“You’re his godbrother, Cree.” “That’s nothing new. I know this. We know this. Who are you?” “The mother of his child,” Leerah answered, and he shook his head. “No. Who are you to me?” he questioned. Leerah’s eyes misted. “Tell me,” he urged. “Your princess.” “And what do princesses get?” he asked. She wiped the tear on her face. “Anything they want.” “Exactly. So, if you want me, I’m yours. Fuck what anyone else thinks.”
