Julian felt his intent stare and gulped, the lump in his throat rolling down then up again.
"Your Grace," he whispered, his own breath feeling hot as it passed through his lips.
"We're alone now," The Duke said, but Julian looked at the Knights still standing by. "Why are you red? Do you have a fever?"
But Julian shook his head.
"It's just… you're too close… Lucien." The words came out lower than a whisper, as if he wished they wouldn't be heard, but the Duke heard him.
The corner of the Duke's lips tilted up a bit, watching Julian act in a way that no longer worried him.
"I'd like to be a little more closer, Julian," he whispered, and Julian's eyes dilated, heat creeping up his pale face.
Was the Duke flirting with him right now? In the very courthouse that he had almost been sentenced as a criminal? Seriously?
The Duke nearly chuckled, but then his eyes fell on the crutches, and his lips curved down in a frown.
