He sighs. “You’re right. It is my fault, and I should make it right.” He walks over to me, and I straighten when he turns around and gives his back to me. He pats himself on the back and says, “Get on.” What the fuck? He can’t be serious. “You can’t be serious,” I blank. “You’re gonna carry me all the way up there?” I watch the back of Fitz’s head as he nods. “One-hundred-percent serious, lovely.” He turns to look at me over his shoulder, one corner of his lip turning up in a smirk. “Wouldn’t want my princess to be in any pain, now would I?”
Wow
