My Princess

Mila’s POV

Julian’s eyes shift from anger to concern so quickly that my breath catches.

“Don’t,” He says in a low voice with a slight hitch of emotion. “Don’t look at me like you’re scared of me.”

Is that what he thinks?

Okay, I won’t lie and say that the way he dragged me away didn’t cause a few bad memories to flare up, but…I wasn’t scared of him. Which makes no sense given how he just acted and yet it’s true. He doesn’t scare me.

“I’m not.” I snap at him.

So I’m still a little annoyed, but can you blame me?

He narrows his eyes at me. “And why not, princess?”

I can’t tell if the pet name is meant as an insult or a compliment, but either way, I was the farthest thing from a princess you could get.

“I don’t know.” I admit sounding less annoyed and more breathless as our eyes stay locked on each other.

He looks at me for a long moment, probably wondering if I’m telling the truth. He shakes his head like he wants to get rid of anything he saw on my face just now. His hand goes up to his