Felix and the Prince (Forever Wilde, #2)

by Lucy Lennox

“You’re going to burn in hell,” I muttered. “As long as they have an espresso machine, I’m cool with it.

“God, that’s an easy question. He’s gorgeous, inside and out. The man would carry a dying elephant up a mountain if that’s where the elephant’s favorite pillow was. He knows all the lyrics to ‘Manic Monday’ but won’t sing them any other day of the week because he’s afraid it will lessen his enjoyment of belting it out on Monday mornings. He’ll drink unlimited cups of hot tea even though he hates it because he thinks it would hurt my feelings if he admitted to not liking it. He calls himself a scientist or a professor because he’s afraid he’s not good enough to call himself an artist. He… he once realized I’d left the castle building without protection, and he ran inside to tattle on me to the guards because he cares more about my safety than wounding my pride. When my sister and her boyfriend were outed in the press, he put on his rattiest sweats before snuggling Hen on the sofa and watching Jane Austen movies with her all afternoon so she wouldn’t feel so alone. Where was I? On the phone freaking out about the fallout in the media. But Felix? Felix was freaking out about the fallout in my sister’s heart.” I stopped ranting long enough to catch my breath. Why hadn’t he stopped me before I turned into a raving lunatic? “He’s such a good fucking human being, you know?” I added in a rough voice. “So beautiful. His heart is so pure. He deserves so much.”