“Wouldn’t it be easier if I just killed him?”
We’re back in our little meadow in the woods—just me and Jesse. We had Symone take all the horses back to the stables, just to be safe. Briggs offered me a reluctant but genuine congratulations before heading back into town with Ollie, and Jesse escorted me home the wooded way so no one in Lyons’ camp would see that I’ve been sneaking around.
Of course, we made a pit stop.
“Killing him seems a bit extreme,” I tell Jesse. “He’s not exactly the Prince Charming I thought he was, but he doesn’t actually seem to be planning anything all that malicious.”
“Prince Charming?” Jesse repeats, turning on his side to face me. We’re both lying down—the soft grass is far too comfortable not to. “Who’s that?”
Right—sometimes I forget that he’s not from m
