My previously light heart sunk like a rock.
I wasn’t convincing him.
Damn.
“Tor,” I whispered but said no more when his big hand came up and curled warm around my neck.
“It means, love, that you’re mine and what’s mine is part of me and I’m royalty.”
My body jolted and my voice was a muted shriek when I cried, “What?”
“Quiet,” he clipped, not releasing my eyes.
I got up to my toes and whispered, “You’re royalty?”
“Yes.”
“Royalty,” I repeated, just to confirm.
“Yes,” he forced out through his teeth.
“Honest to God, blue blood royalty?” I kept at it, not taking it in.
His brows shot together as he replied, “Gods, woman, my blood’s red just like yours.”
“You know what I mean,” I returned on a hiss, going further up on my toes and my fingers curling into his shirt to keep myself from toppling over at my precarious position and at the shock of his news.
“No, I don’t.”
Shit. They didn’t have the term blue blood here either.
All right. Moving on.
“What are you? A baron? A duke?”
“A prince.”
A prince!
“What?” I shouted.
His fingers at my neck squeezed and his face got to within an inch from mine. “Woman, quiet.”
“What?” I whispered.
“Can we not do this?”
“You’re a prince?”
He looked over my head. “I see we’re going to do this.”
I shook my head in shock and disbelief while chanting, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” over and over again.
“Cora.”
“Oh my God.”
“Cora.”