Page 6 of Stormbinder King
My hands twisted together as I looked nervously up to see what had caused the sudden change, the sharp, chill expectancy in the room.
It was a man.
My heart pounded in my chest. I wanted to make a break for it, but I didn’t know how with so many people packed around me.
The new man was a few years older than me, very tall like the others, with broad shoulders and a lean, lithe strength. But he was startlingly, breathtakingly attractive, with unruly white-blonde hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a quick flashing playful grin.
He moved with a sleek, almost uncanny grace in between the women in front of him.
I heard low, throbbing exhalations from those beside me, and I felt something strange on my tongue.
An expectancy.
An awareness of every place he moved in the room.
Of course this must be the prince. The one everyone wanted.
Jack.
He was laughing, his fine white teeth bright as he grabbed a mug of something dark and bloodred, and downed it in a gulp.
But his eyes were roaming, flicking between women.
His posture was casual, uninterested, but Ifeltsomething.
Something powerful pulsing beneath the surface.
I stared down at my toes, tucking them in so I wouldn’t be seen in the shadows.
The strength of my immediate attraction frightened me.
Surely it would fade in a moment.
“No,” the prince said.
His voice was lilting, musical, but still entirely masculine.
“This isn’t everyone.”
“Where is she?”
Without meaning to, I raised my eyes and they met the prince’s.
My skin instantly pulsed with a heated, electric connection.
I’d never seen a man that beautiful in my entire life.
His gaze narrowed, and he cocked his head sideways as he looked at me. I felt the strangest sensations of sheer panic go through me, some deep primal instinct making me freeze in place, prickly sweat pouring down my back.
Why wasn’t he looking away? His arctic blue eyes felt like they bore into mine even from across the room.
My heart stopped, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
What if he asked me to say something and I couldn’t get the words out because I was stuttering so badly? My blood ran cold.
I hadn’t stuttered in so long, but he was so beautiful. . .
His nostrils moved, and for a moment something flared in his eyes. Something I didn’t recognize, a flash of silver, something almost. . .predatory.
