"I was going to tell you," she exclaimed as she skipped to keep pace with him.
Crank wasn't in the mood to listen. Bad enough a tiny slip of a woman had guilted him into realizing what a s**t he'd made of the second chance Sky had given him. He'd slept with a f*****g princess.
"You're a princess." The third time he'd repeated it.
"Yes."
"A royal elf."
"Yes."
Which was bad. So very, very bad. "Rumor has it that having s*x with an elf princess is a death sentence."
"Not a rumor. My kind are very serious about keeping the bloodlines pure."
"Speaking of pure..." He glanced at her messy mane of dark locks. "What color is your real hair?" Because unlike a human woman, she didn't have any bush to cover below.
"Does it matter?"
No, because he would have almost slept with her no matter th
