His eyes search mine. “Then remind me to show you the gardens sometime.” He offers me a nod. “I look forward to seeing you at dinner, Paedyn.” I blink at him. “Strange,” I say slowly. “I don’t remember telling you my name.” “Oh, you didn’t need to.” That crooked grin is teasing his lips once again. “I make it my business to know all the pretty girls who save my little brother.” Plagues, he’s— “I’m Kitt, by the way.” He flashes me a grin before turning to stride down the hallway, leaving me shocked and staring. Prince Kitt. As in “future king of Ilya” Kitt.
