“Why does that belong to me?” “That was the kiss I stole from you when you were enchanted,” he said patiently. “Oh… well, what if I didn’t want it?” “You don’t?” “No,” she said, letting a grin spread across her face, hoping her mother would take her time on the drive over. “I’d like you to take it back again, please.” “I am your servant,” the King of the Unseelie Court said, his lips a moment from her own. “Consider it done.”
