Your Majesty—
Tugging my ear. Whenever.

The Angeles air was quiet, and for a while I laid still, listening to the sound of Maxon breathing.

Need someone to talk to? I could tug my ear right now.

Is this a good time to pat your shoulder?

You’re too beautiful for your own good. Once you leave, we’ll have to send some of the guards with you. You’ll never survive on your own, poor thing.

I’ve met nearly every woman in this room, and I can’t think of one who would make a better friend. I’d be glad to have you stay."
My relief was inexpressible.
"Do you think," Maxon asked, "That I could still call you ‘my dear’?"
"Not a chance." I whispered.