"Princess treatment my ass," I grumbled, cheeks heating. I tried to wiggle free, but he only tightened his hold, the muscles in his arms flexing deliciously. Traitorous bastard.
We passed some guards walking by the door, and I could feel their eyes twitch away politely like this wasn't the most embarrassing thing ever.
"You're enjoying this way too much," I muttered.
"Immensely."
"Drop me, Kael."
"Never."
The nerve.
We were halfway down the hall when he asked, "Hungry?"
"No," I said firmly.
Which would've been convincing… if my stomach hadn't let out the most obnoxious, traitorous, gremlin-growl of a sound.
I froze. So did Kael. His chest rumbled with a laugh I wanted to slap off his mouth. I covered my face with one hand and groaned. "Oh my god. This is humiliating. I literally stuffed my face earlier—how am I even hungry again?"
He leaned in closer, his voice low in my ear. "Maybe it's all that sneaking around you were doing."
I went still. Wait what?
