ASHER
In an alternate universe, I’m driving the rover with Hazel in the passenger seat. She’s talking about geeky s**t and I’m pretending to be bored of it even though I secretly love it. In this alternate universe, we’re driving behind her friends, headed west, to Trent’s family’s cabin.
In reality? I’m in a tense living room, sandwiched between a werewolf and a witch. They both look displeased with me.
“You think a member of the royal family kidn*pped you and your wimpy girlfriend?” Helaena looks at me like I’m crazy. Am I actually crazy for considering it?
“Who else would know intimate details of the royal family and also be bold enough to cross us?”
“They crossed you.” She corrects. “You were the target. Not me. Not my brothers. And certainly not his majesty.”
“There’s more this,
