Capítulo 89: Close Encounters: Part Two

"Tsked"

Evanna blinked and snapped her attention back to the prince. Her lips parted slightly, but she quickly closed them. Arawn had stepped into her personal space and leaned forwards. Her breathing hitched as his face came closer to hers. Arawn's hand glided down her leg and into her pocket, his fingers brushing her leg again as he pulled the handkerchief out. All the while, his eyes were locked with hers as her face once again heated.

Nobody had touched her leg before. Well, outside of combat. This was a light touch, one that made her head feel dizzy as she stared into his striking blue eyes.

"You should not put such a dirty handkerchief in your pocket." Arawn threw it on the ground behind him, where some guards were already lifting the body up. Another guard was placing the head in a basket, covering it with a blanket.

Evanna was staring after her handkerchief, "My hand-"