The journey ahead was silent. Ling Yan, keenly aware of the misstep that had just occurred, refrained from speaking carelessly.
Her mind was still reeling from her earlier moment of vulnerability. The earlier slip of her tongue had left her rattled. She had almost revealed far too much, something she had never intended. That sense of vulnerability and the admission she had nearly made troubled her.
She was a princess, trained to keep her emotions in check, to present a façade of calm and control at all times. But Reynold had disrupted that control in a way she hadn't anticipated.
If her guard hadn't interrupted, who knew how much she might have revealed to this man. The thought made her uneasy.
Yet, as the silence between them stretched on, she couldn't help but wonder how he had used that magic against her. Had he learned it like she had, or was there some magic that could reverse her magic to herself?
