Ashelia didn't move away from his touch. It was as if him caressing her face was the most natural thing in the world. Her heart beat faster in her chest as she stared him straight in the eye.
Then suddenly, like lightning struck her, she jerked back and turned away from him. Her face and neck were the colour of cherry.
Azrael watched her with increasing amusement as he relieved the feel of her skin on his palm. "The way you avoid me makes me want you even more."
Ashelia faced him with a glare. "That doesn't make any sense!"
Azrael shrugged. "I usually don't make sense to a lot of people." He smirked. "Which is why I'm called the lunatic Archduke."
Ashelia pursed her lips. 'Right… he's a madman.'
Because it was only a madman who would want to marry someone he barely knew!
She let out a sigh. "I'm afraid I won't be able to make such a decision."
Azrael's brows furrowed. "Why? Is it because–"
