“Bel?” “Hm?” She opened her mouth, met his gaze, and thought better of it. Then thought again. He needed to know. It was important that he know. “I know you don’t feel like you earned being a prince,” she said. He stiffened so completely that even his tail stilled. Shit. She forged on. “But you’re a prince to me. Not in the shitty paperwork, ‘you got assigned to be a prince of Hell’ way, but in the ‘you have a good heart’ way.”
