FIONA
After that little escapade, I was watched more closely.
Elias, clearly unremorseful after his betrayal, became my insufferable shadow. Not even the prince being away from the palace on a royal assignment for the last three days was enough to get him to leave me alone.
Which was how I found myself, days later, sprawled across a chaise in the gardens, glaring up at the sky and wishing I could outrun a six foot five werewolf.
“I’m going to lose my mind,” I declared loudly.
“You’ve been saying that for three days,” July replied cheerfully.
She knelt beside me on the chaise, utterly unbothered, plucking petals from a flower with meticulous focus. The princess coming around to spend time with me was probably the only reason why I was still sane.
But as the royal child who was not a
