His Majesty needs a can-I girl anyway. And I’m not it.â€
“A can-I girl?†Andrea frowned.
I leaned back. “ ‘ Can I fetch you your food, Your Majesty? Can I tell you how strong and mighty you are, Your Majesty? Can I pick out your fleas, Your Majesty? Can I kiss your ass, Your Majesty? Can I...â€
It dawned on me that Raphael was sitting very still. Frozen, like a statue, his gaze fixed on the point above my head.
“He’s standing behind me, isn’t he?â€
Andrea nodded slowly.
“Technically it should be ‘may I,’†Curran said, his voice deeper than I remembered. “Since you’re asking permission.
— Ilona Andrews
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