APRIL
After the call ended, I just sat there, my eyes vaguely trained on the TV ahead, but my brain was doing somersaults somewhere far, far away.
The palace. His family.
The literal king and queen of the vampire world.
I gulped, my gaze dropping to the oversized t-shirt I had on—soft, a little faded, and definitely not royal court material. The only thing regal about me was the scrambled egg stain I’d accidentally dabbed on my sleeve earlier.
Great. I’m going to meet the vampire monarchy looking like a broke babysitter.
I sighed, dramatically, of course, and felt a familiar nudge pull me out of my spiral. Edward. Always annoyingly attuned. I blinked up to find his grey-gold eyes already studying me with that raised brow of his—the one that said “I know something’s up, and you bett
