Salamonda had the door open almost as Meelan’s knuckles made contact with the wood. “Livira!” She looked past Meelan. “And who’s this? You’ve traded in your last boyfriend for one that’s a prince?” “He’s not my boyfriend.” Livira hurried up the steps and pushed Meelan past Salamonda. “You should fix that,” Salamonda said in a too-loud whisper as Livira came through. “He’s lovely.”
I love her
