Ylir took her hand in his and lifted it high up. Her skin felt cold. If he allowed his gaze to linger, he was convinced he would see goose bumps. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve seen princesses in the Kag who can’t hold a candle to you.” She looked like she wanted to kick his face in. “How many hours do you spend each night practicing those lines?” “About one or two. If I’ve been drinking, then none at all.”
