Chapter 5Cove
The days were always the same. Cove had tried to make friends and adjust to his new life. No one in the city would speak to him. He worked out before Ciaran and the troops arrived. On the way there and back, he’d be asked for his identification three or four times.
Outside of his gym routine and afternoons with his match, he stayed in his room. The days dragged on. If it weren’t for the wonderful conversations with the prince, he’d have lost hope. Cove steeled himself for more glares and glances. More demands for identification. His friends and parents insisted he not watch the news. He didn’t have to see it to know it wasn’t positive.
“Why do you look so sad?” Ciaran asked, offended.
Cove shrugged, pretending everything was fine.
“Let’s go,” Cove answered, holding the d
