Abby
After hanging up with Chloe and Leah, I roll over on the bed, looking up at the now-dark sky through the large open window. It’s so easy to see the stars here; maybe they’re even more visible than they are back in Karl’s pack territory.
But before I have the chance to get up and cross over to the window to look out, there’s a knock on the door.
I quickly get up and open the door to find a servant standing there, holding a small silver tray with an envelope on it.
“For you, miss,” she says, curtsying slightly.
I furrow my brow and take the envelope. “For me?”
“Yes, miss. It’s from Prince Karl.”
As the servant walks away, I narrow my eyes and turn the envelope over in my hand. Why would Karl be sending me letters via servant like this when he could just talk
