Quote by Brigid Kemmerer

“I’m surprised you let him come.” He sighs and glances my way. “Far be it from me to refuse a request from the ‘Crown Prince of Disi.’ ” His tone is pointed, and I scowl. “You were unconscious! I thought Jamison was going to tell the soldiers to shoot us! What else was I supposed to call him?” He raises an eyebrow. “A servant? A footman?” I open my mouth. Close it. Grey’s not done. “A slave, my lady. A guard.” “But she picked prince,” Jake snaps. “Get over it.” Grey ignores him. “The healer’s concubine?” Jake snorts, but twin spots of pink find his cheeks. “Noah probably would have loved that.”

Quote by Brigid Kemmerer