“A butter knife? Really?” “It’s all I have at the moment,” I grumble. “Well, that just won’t do.” He flicks my nose lightly. “What if someone had broken into your rooms?” I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me. “It seems someone already has. But don’t worry, Prince.” My fingers fiddle with a lock of inky hair falling over his forehead. “I can do plenty of damage with a shoe.” “Oh, I’m well aware.” His words are a whisper against my lips. “You are devastating, Pae.” And then he’s scooping me into his arms.
