“I am afraid you simply have to.” A sinister smile curled the Southerner’s lips. “Unless you want me to drag Forrest’s Beta here and kill him in front of you.”
The Princess felt a wave of relief wash over her, finding out that Joaquin was still alive. After all, they had both fallen into the trap.
“Now, Cyrus, you know how to court a girl!” She rolled her eyes. “I have to say you exaggerate how great your invention is. It smells disgusting!”
Walford clenched his jaw, cutting her off. “The elixir has no taste and no smell.”
“I beg to differ!” she scoffed in the poshest accent she could muster. “No offence, but here you were saying that there is no difference between me and you, but I can smell this crap from a mile afar! But I guess this is exactly the difference between a royal and a p
