“Watch your filthy mouth when you speak to our princess,” she hissed, baring partially-extended fangs. “Otherwise, you’ll regret it.”
“Ooh.” Zane, suddenly having appeared out of nowhere, vaulted over the back of the couch and landed beside me. “Gonna send your goons after Liora now, Bianca? That’s low, even for you.”
“I’m not a goon,” freckles said. “I’m a supporter of the princess. I actually have some decorum, unlike the King’s w***e over here!”
“She’s not a w***e! That whole scandal was made up by Bianca!” Mia appeared in the doorway, holding onto the frame for support while her injured ankle dangled in the air. “Bianca’s the w***e! She cheated on Callum with some random guy at a motel!”
“I most certainly did not.” Bianca’s eyes flashed dangerously, like she might lose
