Page 57 of The Stolen Princess
“I don’t know how you think the horse is going to help your situation,” Drake said, trying to keep a straight face.
“He was going to catch me.”
“With hisarms?”
Her eyes bore into him. “Oh, shut up!”
“Well, good luck with that.” He turned to walk away, a smug smile playing on his lips.
“Wait!” she called.
He paused his steps but didn’t turn around.
She sighed. “I think I’m stuck.”
Drake turned around with raised eyebrows. “And?”
“And?” She threw her hands out in exasperation. “And, what?”
“And what would you like me to do about it?” he asked as he folded his arms across his chest.
Her mouth dropped into a pout. “Help me getunstuck.”
Drake squinted his eyes like he really had to think about it. “Say please,” he said, mimicking how she’d acted the day before.
Her pouty expression turned to anger. “You know what? Don’t worry about it. I’ll get myself out of this window.” She pushed against the house, trying to move forward or backward, but the belt of her dress was caught on the window’s latch.
Drake pointed. “Your dress is stuck.”
“I know!” she hissed.
He turned to go. “Like I said, good luck.” He took several steps before he heard her humble voice.
“Please,” she mumbled.
He stopped, putting his hand up to his ear. “What was that?”
Her expression contorted with frustration. “Please, help me.”
He stepped toward her, acting like he still hadn’t heard. It was all a game now. “I couldn’t hear you. Say it again.”
Instead of saying please, Myka’s middle finger shot up, flipping him off. The second her middle finger came up, Drake turned to walk away, full-on smiling now.
“Okay!” She yelled, making him stop. “Fine.” Her nose scrunched together like asking for his help was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do. “Please help me out of this window.”
A satisfied look crossed over his face. “I thought you’d never ask.” Then he went to the front door and began unlocking the chains.
“Take your time,” she called from around the corner of the house.
“I will. It’s not like you have anywhere to go.” He smiled to himself, enjoying the situation…a little too much.
After a few seconds, Drake opened the door, finding the other half of Myka’s body dangling above the cot, and it wasn’t a bad half to look at. He walked to her, semi-impressed with her ability to hoist herself into the window, even if she did end up getting stuck.
“Of course, you’d want to pull me out from this direction,” she snapped at him.
He picked up the chair on the ground, and stood it back up before he hopped on the cot. He reached his arms above him, trying to dislodge the belt of her dress. “There’s no need to talk in code, Myka. Just say whatever you’re implying.”
“I’m implying that Mr. Grabby Hands wants to get an upfront and personal view of my behind.”
