Does it hurt?

Rosalind's POV.

"Does it hurt?"

I looked at Prince Cillian who was using ice on my partly swollen face. I couldn't believe he had been on his way to see me when he had intercepted the assault.

I wondered what he had come to see me for so late then I flushed more. I didn't need to know. I didn't even want to know.

He looked so handsome and good-looking this up close that it was dizzying. So dizzying that I didn't respond immediately.

His close-shaven jawline was so smooth that it could cut glass and his cheekbones could have been that of a capital model.

"Rosalind?" His hazel eyes met mine questioning.

I flushed. I had forgotten to answer the question.

"No, not really. It's mostly numb."

It was. Only dull pricks still came from the area and I resisted the urge to touch it. I would heal fully later tonight or tomorrow morning due to the slow omega healing that I had.

Prince Cillian didn't seem to buy my explanation.

"Then why are you wincing?"

I'm not wincing. I'm trying to mov