Chapter 79
Clara's perfectly arched eyebrow rose slightly, clearly unimpressed by the deflection. "Do I," she said, closing the distance between them with unhurried, deliberate steps, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement. "Because you look remarkably like Prince Sonam Kestrian of the Northern Isles, heir to one of the largest pack territories in this entire region, despite currently being dressed like you found your clothes in a discount bin."
A few nearby students, close enough to overhear, turned with open curiosity now, and Sol felt his carefully maintained cover threatening to unravel entirely right there in the middle of the quad.
"You should be more careful with your assumptions," he said, voice tight now, glancing pointedly toward the small audience they'd already attr
