Shelby could not see what was happening, but because she was latched onto Ian like a spider, her line of sight was not on the miserable Prince, and she did not want to care. At the corner of her mind, she was happy that those who had tried to harm her child had suffered their retribution.
She missed Ian so much that Selby could not help herself. As she started to relax in his embrace, she subconsciously started to caress his neck, her fingers trailing gently from the base of his neck through his hair.
Ian stiffened mid-step, but it was so subtle that none of the eyes watching them saw it. Maybe they were too engrossed in the shock of what the man had taken their Prince through.
That action from Shelby was his weakness. He was unsure whether she was being deliberate or not. He hoped that it was the latter because Ian knew that Shelby knew the consequences of turning him on sexually even though he longed to ravish his wife. It was neither the time nor the place for it.
