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“I’m sure I’ll feel much more grateful when I find a guy who thinks complex wiring in a girl is a turn-on.”
“You can call me Kai.” She blinked. “Excuse me?” “No more ‘Your Highness.’ I get enough of that from…everyone else. You should just call me Kai.” “No. That wouldn’t be—” “Don’t make me turn it into a royal command.”
“I hope our paths will cross again.” “Really? In that case, I guess I’ll keep following you.” She regretted the joke for half a breath before Kai laughed. A real laugh, and her chest warmed.
“Pardon me, but might I have one more brief word with Linh-mèi?” Dr. Erland flicked his wrist toward her. “By all means.” Kai turned to her, still in the doorway. “I know this sounds like very poor timing, but trust me when I say my motives are based on self-preservation.” He inhaled a sharp breath. “Would you consider being my personal guest at the ball?”
Because I am, you know.” “The prince.” “Not bragging,” he said quickly. “Just a fact.”
“Miss Linh, from your blood samples I have deduced that you are, in fact, Lunar.”
“No. Who would be opposed to that?”
“I don’t suppose she said anything about the ball? If she’s changed her mind?” “She did not mention any ball.” “Right. Well.” Gulping, he freed his hands from his pockets and rubbed his palms down the sides of his pants, realizing how hot his bottled anger had made him. “I really hope she has.”
“I think you should go to the ball with me.” She clutched her fingers. His expression was too genuine, too sure. Her nerves tingled. “Stars,” she muttered. “Didn’t you already ask me that?” “I’m hoping for a more favorable answer this time. And I seem to be getting more desperate by the minute.” “How charming.” Kai’s lips twitched. “Please?” “Why?” “Why not?” “I mean, why me?” Kai hooked his thumbs on his pockets. “So if my escape hover breaks down, I’ll have someone on hand to fix it?”
“Cinder.” She couldn’t help it. She looked at him. Her defenses withered a bit upon encountering the openness in his brown eyes. His confidence had been replaced with worry. Uncertainty. “200,000 single girls,” he said. “Why not you?”
“Come to the ball with me.”
“But I need you.” “Need me?” “Yes.
“Not that I have anything against dancing. I can dance. If you want to dance.”
“That you prefer to rule through fear rather than justice? So sorry, Your Majesty, I’m afraid I already knew that about you.”
“Now, I don’t want to tell you how to run your business or anything,” he said, “but have you considered actually charging people for your services?”
“I don’t want to tell you how to be a prince, but shouldn’t you have some bodyguards or something?” “Bodyguards? Who would want to harm a charming guy like me?”
“Believe it or not, I seem to be having technical difficulties again.” He unhooked the portscreen from his belt and peered down. “You see, I figured it’s probably too much to hope that New Beijing’s most renowned mechanic is having trouble with her port, so I figured there must be something wrong with mine.” Screwing up his lips, he whapped the corner of his portscreen on the table, then checked the screen again with a heavy sigh. “Nope, nothing. Maybe she’s been ignoring my comms on purpose.” “Maybe she’s been busy?” “Oh, yes, you look completely overwhelmed.”
I, you know, might have actual feelings for someone.”
But if there was one thing she knew from years as a mechanic, it was that some stains never came out.
“Well, I’m sure I could have come home faster, except someone stole my foot.”
he had plucked her away from her stepmother and stepsister and taken her into his arms. They were dancing.
“You have no idea how to dance, do you?” Cinder fixed her gaze on him, mind still reeling. “I’m a mechanic.”
“Gee, thanks, Doc. I’ll check my calendar to see when I’ll be available again.”