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“All the more reason to distract her with questions,” Prince Cobar answers with a grin.
“I know a better way to distract her,” Prince Forrest suggests, standing a little too close to me, my face cock-level with him.
Shifting back, I lift a brow. “Is that all you ever think about?”
“With you? Yes,” he answers slickly.
Yeah, right.
I laugh. “I saw you at the ball. Your reputation, proceeds you. If you’re going to try to pull lines like that, you might want to try them on someone dumber.”
He looks shocked. The other men looked shocked.Surely, I’m not the first woman to call them on their bullshit, right?
“Damn. Our mate is smart,” Prince Forrest says to the others, but he actually sounds a little hurt.
Hurt? I wonder why.No doubt a man like him constantly has beautiful women throwing themselves at him. He shouldn’t be hurt just because I don’t think he’s all that and a bag of gold coins.
It’s weird.
“So, tell us about the necklace?” Prince Cobar’s voice is filled with innocence as he starts his not-so-gentle badgering again.
Seriously? The elders could have seen right through our trick, and are currently getting ready to call for my head, but I’ve got to explain my life to them? I have better things to do.
“Doyouthink I stole a necklace today?” There. A question with a question. If he’s going to annoy me, I’m going to annoy him right back.
“Perhaps.” He chuckles.
His answer pisses me off. “Sorry to disappoint, but I was framed by a snotty fae.”
“Who?” Prince Forrest says, then his voice goes low and sexy. “We’ll have their head.”
Okay,that’sa little romantic, but I don’t need them fighting my battles.“It doesn’t really matter now, does it?”
Down the hall, someone calls for Prince Cobar. A group of ladies. He looks irritated for the briefest moment, excuses himself, and heads down the hall. I try not to follow him with my eyes. He’s not mine. Not really. But, it’s weird. One minute he’s over here trying to flirt with me and the next he’s distracted by all the glamorous fae.
Stupid men, Stupid Princes.
“So you worked here as a maid?” Prince Forrest asks, his voice colder, but still edged with curiosity.
What is it with these guys and their questions?
Oh, right, I’m supposed to be their mate. I guess it’s natural that they’re curious about their supposed mate, a mate who they’ve only heard weird things about. Still, I’m not in a mood for this. I haven’t even gotten my story straight with Prince Sulien.
“I believe me being a maid was covered,” I tell him, my words clipped.
He smirks. “And where do you live?”
Damn it. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say! Isn’t it enough to sit here in suspense?
“Is this some kind of interview? Where do you live? Where do you work?” I snap, firing off the questions with more anger than necessary.
“You got under her skin,” Prince Zane says, but there’s no judgment in his voice.
I look away from the Fall Fae and back to Prince Zane. “I just don’t see a purpose in all these questions.”
Instead, the Winter Fae stares, his expression sincere. “I’m sorry if you don’t like all the questions, but you must understand, you’re our mate, so we’d like to get to know you.” His eyes sparkle. “And to answer your questions, I have the esteemed privilege of residing in the Winter Palace, and I’m the prince of the Winter Fae. If you ask around about me, you’ll learn a lot, but not all of it is true.” He extends his hand to shake mine like this is the first time we’re meeting.
Prince Forrest smirks. “Do you want to learn more about Old Frosty? Or can we get back to you?”
