C324 THE HIDDEN SIGNAL

The Prince pulled back with a violent jerk, his boots skidding on the grit of the concrete floor. His chest rose and fell in heavy, ragged heaves, his skin now glowing with a flush that mirrored Aria’s own. He turned away, his hands gripping his golden hair as he fought the roaring tide within his mind. The graveyard chill that usually lived in his marrow had been incinerated