My wolf howls inside me, rolling onto her back like she’s been knocked out cold.
We’re never going to make it here, I whisper to her, laughing inwardly, but she doesn’t even bother to respond. This secret…might as well just spit it out now.
“Nope,” Ben whispers, pitching his voice low enough that only I can hear the words as well as the humor lacing them, “I don’t think I’m the Princess’s taste at all.”
I screw up my face and lean over, smacking Ben hard on the arm.
But we both laugh, because we know he’s dead right.
Luca comes in then, tossing the pastry box onto the coffee table just as the bell to the dumbwaiter rings again. I perk up, completely fascinated by this crazy aspect of our new life, and dash over to it. Even though Rafe beats me there, I’m in time to see him open the d
