The posture inadvertently hiked the thin silk tunic up her thigh, exposing a long, smooth expanse of pale, bare leg to the projection array.
Wangchen's eyes tracked the movement.
The Glacial Marrow beneath him cracked loudly in the dark, a sound the array fortunately did not transmit.
"You will not believe the week I have had," Ji'an chattered on, her eyes shining as she looked into the frosty mirror. "I was traveling with my little brother, Xuan. And guess who decided to invite himself into my carriage? The Imperial Second Prince. That guy, Xiao Yichen."
In the freezing dark of the cavern, the ambient temperature plummeted.
The name struck Wangchen like a poisoned dart.
The image of the beautiful, manipulative Prince sitting in a confined space with his Ji'an, with this breathtaking, wet-haired, thinly dressed guy, caused a sickening surge of pure jealousy to rise in his throat.
"The Second Prince," Wangchen repeated, his voice silky, dangerously soft.
