Karl
“Enjoy the party, sir.”
I slip past the front gates with ease, right along with the rest of the well-dressed guests. All around me, a sea of people wander right into the Prince’s estate; I’m just a face in this sea, thanks to the bartender who gave me the information I needed to get in.
And to think that I was under the impression that any attempts at seeing Abby, even for five minutes, would be stopped right at that front gate.
“This is risky,” I think to my wolf as we approach the grand ballroom. “Maybe even too risky.”
“Better to be too risky than too safe when it comes to matters of love,” my wolf responds. I almost laugh out loud because he’s right, as always.
It might piss Abby off if I go against the wishes she outlined in the letter to never see me aga
