Damien’s POV
“Your precious little friend… is a girl.”
Prince’s words hung in the courtyard like it was suspended in midair.
For a moment no one moved.
Damien pupils went wide instantly.
Prince stood in front of him with that infuriating grin, clearly enjoying the reaction he had provoked.
This could spiral out of control in seconds.
So Damien forced himself to relax and to be smart on his way around this.
Then he let out a sharp laugh.
It wasn’t loud, but it was convincing enough.
“You’re serious?” Damien said, shaking his head.
The prince raised a brow.
“Lyra has always had a strange sense of humor,” Damien continued calmly. “And clearly you fell for it.”
A few of Prince’s friends snorted softly, but Prince didn’t laugh.
“You grabbed my shirt pretty fast for someone hearing
