She's the princess, Colt!" Addie grabbed his arm. "She's just like we imagined, isn't she?"
Napier hopped down to inspect the wound. "You imagined the princess with a hole in her leg? How sick."
"Get away from her," Colt scoffed. "You're halfway under Tucker's skirts."
"I'm a doctor!"
"No, you're not!
Napier surfaced next to her and propped his arms on the ledge. "I meant to ask - can you swim?"
"No," she said through chattering teeth, "Actually I can't."
He cocked his head to the side and looked perplexed. "Your lips are blue."
"I'm cold," she said curtly.
"Want me to warm you up?" he asked, grinning.
"I'd rather be cold," she snapped, hating him more by the second.
You could always count on serendipity to keep things interesting.
Emory SharplinI began with absolutely nothing, and I'm so good, I've still got most of it left!
Emory SharplinDon't you own a pair of riding pants?"
Tucker shook her head, wondering how fast horses were.
Lorelei shot her sister a harsh glare. "Why does it seem as if she's never ridden a day in her life?"
Vivian crossed her arms. "Because I brought her to a manor, not a stable.
You couldn't hit the broad side of a barn if it was staring you in the face.
Emory SharplinThe art of flexibility?"
"A most valuable talent," Napier grinned. "Most valuable indeed."
Tucker turned back around in the saddle, having the good sense not to ask him what he meant.
I haven't decided yet if you're witty or clueless."
"All of the above," Napier answered. "Unless charming is an option, of course.
You speak without regard to your debt."
"You speak with jealousy," Lorelei said.
"I recommend you stop speaking at all now.
I think love and hate intertwine far too much for humanity's own good, yet we choose to compare them like vinegar and water.
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