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“Besides, when it’s all said and done . . . I’m still a prince and you can still kill anyone in the room with your bare fucking hands. So . . .” He taps his bottle to mine, “cheers.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“You are so lying right now—holy shit!”
My voice is cold, harsh—for both our sakes.
“Ellie, I don’t feel—”
“Do you like me, Logan?”
I swallow hard. “Not like that, no.”
“That’s a lie too!” she squeaks, completely delighted. “It’s like a superpower! Is this how it feels to be you?”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“Ellie . . .,” I point towards the palace. “Go to your room.”
Pathetic.
Her eyes sparkle. “Do you want to come with me?”
Hell, yes.
“I don’t.”
Her blue gaze gentles, gliding over my face, before turning to stare out the front window with a sigh. Then, by some miracle, Ellie steps out of the car.
But before closing the door she leaves me with one giddy parting reply.
“That’s a lie too.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“Do we still hang people?” Henry asks, philosophically. When he doesn’t get an answer, he adds, “If not, I’m bringing hanging back.”
So that’s what Justin Timberlake would sound like if he were a serial killer.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed