Kate’s red-toothed smile was real this time. “Cress,” she said in her sweetest voice, “don’t let me have it all. Please—” she shoved the platter of destroyed cake in his direction, “—let’s enjoy it together.” “I don’t want to,” he said through his teeth. Kate batted her eyelashes. “Please?” She pouted and watched the Prince’s face turn anguished with the sort of spellbinding, enchanting love that wouldn’t wear off for at least seventy-eight hours. Mor took Shayne’s phone and raised it to take a video. Dranian leaned over to watch the screen.
