He likes Chris better for folding into his joke, accepting it as truth even though it obviously isn't. He doesn't really feel like getting into all of that right now. For one thing, his royal title is a piece of his old life — it has nothing to do with him anymore. For another, after crying and tearing his way through Kell's roses, he doesn't have the energy for dredging up heavy things.

That's what the car is for. Letting him be weightless. He frowns at the road ahead.

"How can somebody be half witch?" It's not like witch is a race or nationality or something. Is it?