Go, go,” she urged. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll find some
other poor unsuspecting fool to torture. And yes, before you feel
the need to protest, I did just call you a fool.”
“That, I think, may be the one privilege that consanguinity does
allow.”
She cackled with delight. “You are a prince among nephews,”
she proclaimed.
“Your second favorite,” he murmured.
“You’ll rise to the top of the list if you find a way to destroy her
violin.

Author: Julia Quinn