His Majesty needs a can-I girl anyway. And I’m not it.”
“A can-I girl?” Andrea frowned.
I leaned back. “ ‘ Can I fetch you your food, Your Majesty? Can I tell you how strong and
mighty you are, Your Majesty? Can I pick out your fleas, Your Majesty? Can I kiss your ass,
Your Majesty? Can I . . .”
It dawned on me that Raphael was sitting very still. Frozen, like a statue, his gaze fixed on the
point above my head.
“He’s standing behind me, isn’t he?
