Louis
“They are gone, Your Highness,” Stella informed me. I nodded solemnly. “Let’s go then.” I jumped into the cab of the truck on the passenger side. Stella took the wheel, and three more of my best soldiers jumped into the bed, slapping the roof to let us know they were ready.
Nash and Daphne were out on their “first date,” and I was trying to pretend that it didn’t bother me. I actually thought that Daphne was brilliant for suggesting it, more so how she wheedled Nash into agreeing to it, but it still felt awful to be the one left behind.
Was it always going to be like this? Was I always going to be the third wheel? Would the difference in our age create a chasm that no amount of mate-bond attraction could span? I tried not to allow myself to sink into self-pity, but it w
