“Does it matter now?” Flynn asked. “I mean, no offense, but Danika’s gone.”
Bryce gave him a flat look. “Really? I had no idea.”
Flynn flipped her off, and the sprites ooohed at his shoulder.
Bryce rolled her eyes. Exactly what Flynn needed: his own flock of cheerleaders trailing him at all hours. She said to Flynn, “Hey, remember that time you set a dragon free and were dumb enough to think she’d follow your orders?”
“Hey, remember that time you wanted to marry me and wrote Lady Bryce Flynn in all your notebooks?”
Hunt choked.
Bryce countered with, “Hey, remember when you pestered me for years to hook up with you, but I have something called standards—”
“This is highly unusual behavior for royals,” Hypaxia observed.
“You have no idea,” Ruhn muttered, earning a smile from the queen.