Vlad hesitated. “What do you want me to talk about?”
“Anything that makes you uncomfortable. Things you dislike. Or maybe something you never thought you needed to tell me.” Her eyes sparkled with anticipation. “Just three things.”
Her eager gaze made it feel less like a request and more like an order. He frowned, tapping his finger against the edge of the bathtub—a nervous habit of his.
Things that made him uncomfortable, things he disliked. If he had to sum it up, he disliked this world. There were too many reasons to count. And as for things he had never considered sharing with her? That was even broader, more uncertain territory. As he pondered, a thought struck him, and he narrowed his eyes.
“I don’t like you meeting the Princess.”
“Oh…”
