Cress’s jaw slid to the side. “I cannot articulate the joy and merriment it will bring me if you’re jealous,” he said. And there it was—the first hint of a smile. He smothered it away though and hardened his face. “Don’t flatter yourself,” Kate said. “I don’t need to do such a thing, Human. You’re doing it for me.” Kate shook her head in disbelief. “You’re the worst.” “You’re irritatingly immune to tricks.” “You’re astoundingly self-absorbed,” she stated. “Yes, well, I’m a prince. It’s only natural.
