“I thought I’d smelled something foul in the air when I woke up. Must have been you.” That smirk stretched into an actual smile with straight, white teeth. “You snore, Cross.” Cross. Not Wolfe. He probably meant it as an insult. That I hadn’t earned the Turan royal name yet. But I didn’t want to be a Wolfe, so if this prick wanted to call me Cross, I wasn’t going to object. “I do not snore.” I definitely snored. It happened whenever I was overtired, like I had been last night. There were times when I snored so loudly, I’d wake myself up. Not that I’d ever admit it to him.
