Time does weird things when you're about to make epically bad decisions with supernatural royalty. Like, one second I'm having an extended meditation on whether touching a fae prince's hand counts as a diplomatic incident, and the next there's about 225 pounds of very angry Alpha wolf using physics as a suggestion.
I didn't even see which twin shifted – everything happened in a blur of black fur and snarling that would've made great footage for a supernatural nature documentary. One moment Iowyn was giving me his best "come to the dark side, we have better aesthetics" smile, and the next he was discovering that even fae princes aren't immune to gravity.
NO! Luna wailed as Iowyn disappeared through the window. Our tragic romance! Our star-crossed destiny! Our chance to become legendary su
