His eyes go hard. “Maybe I just don’t want him to have it.” “Aren’t you, like, hundreds of years old? Why are you acting like a spoiled child who doesn’t want to share his toys?” His grin is smug, and his gaze is pure wicked intention as he looks me over slowly. “I don’t consider you a toy, Princess, but if you’d like to play, all you have to do is ask.”
