“Sore?” he finally asks. I feel my cheeks flush. I hate that this subject still makes me uncomfortable. “I’m fine.” His fingers brush across my face. “Hmm. I thought we were past the lies.” Lying and discussing this with the king seem like two very different things. My eyes move between his. “Are you happy now that you finally have me?” The king shakes his head. “I don’t have you—yet. But I will.”
