‘So, note to self, the princess doesn’t like to be touched—’ ‘Don’t call me princess, Lenny.’
‘Okay, so, the princess also doesn’t like to be called princess.’
‘Do me a favor, darling?’
'And what’s that?’
‘Promise me you’ll stay alive long enough to stab me in the back?’ I laugh loudly. ‘That’s been my goal all along, Prince.’
‘You should see the damage I did to your pretty face.’ My lips quirk into a smile as I lift my head towards hers. ‘Oh, darling, as long as you still think I’m pretty, I don’t give a damn what I look like.’