“I’ll see you tomorrow, Gray.” “See you tomorrow, Azer.” He finally turns, making his way across the ballroom as I watch his retreating form. Then he calls over his shoulder. “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.”
oh you guys are so fun
