“You’re a prince,” I said. His face fell. “Yes.” “Of, like, a country.” “Yes.” “Oh god,” I groaned again. “It’s true. I’m an idiot.” Lio’s hands came up to cup my chin, forcing me to look at him. “You’re not. You’re smart as hell.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked. “You could have told me. I wouldn’t have treated you any differently.”
