Bertha’s POV
The front door slams open, rattling on its hinges, the sound loud enough to establish its own dominance in the already tense atmosphere. I whip around just as two enforcers of the Royal Blood Family step inside. Two of them, one taller than the other.
Damn it. If only we had gotten the information sooner maybe we would've gotten away. But who am I kidding? I don't even know if it's entirely possible to run away from the royal family.
Their presence looms like a knife to my head. My gaze locks onto the two gold stars embroidered on their cloaks and I swallow hard. My palm becomes sweaty instantly. Damnit, this wasn’t just bad; this was end-of-the-road, game-over kind of bad.
“Well, f**k me sideways,” Friedrich mutters under his breath.
It's funny, he's referring to the
