MINA
I pushed him away fully this time, glaring at him.
He smiled and still went closer, tucking my hair behind my ears. “So, you really do make the expressions I’ve imagined.”
I clicked my tongue and crossed my arms in front of my chest. “If you keep talking like that, I’ll put my hood back on.”
He smirked and raised both hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. I’m sorry,” he said. “How does the princess want to be spoken to then? With the utmost loyalty and regality of a loyal guard?” he asked in what sounded like a transatlantic accent.
“Elias,” I warned.
His smirk became impossibly wider. “I like the way you say my name. Say it again.”
“Elias!” I exclaimed, but this time it was out of disdain.
He laughed, throwing his head back. “You just did it again subconsciously,” he tease
