Chapter 153

THE PRINCESS GRIPPED THE PILLAR, a gasp escaping her lips when Larvaste swung the axe at Alek, who threw himself out of the arc and countered the strike. They connected with a loud clang, but Ignatius barely noticed; his whole being focused on how close Catherine willingly stood. The armour hugged her curves, and the brilliant red of her hair contrasted sharply with the grey mail as it lay in a plait over her shoulder. Those striking green eyes were wide as she watched the Prince battle, and that plump bottom lip quivered when she sucked a breath in at another loud clash.

His arm was close enough to innocuously brush past her breast. When that thought penetrated his desire ridden brain, he snapped out of it and stepped to the side, putting an appropriate amount of space between them.

She didn't appear to have noticed his momentary lapse in judgment and a surreptitious glance revealed no one else had either. Breathing a sigh of relief, he refocused on the men sparring.

I HELD THE P