“Why don’t you show me that attitude once we return home?” Cyrus gives me a chilling smile.
I smile back.
He storms off, and Mary’s expression turns worried. “You shouldn’t antagonize him. He’s going to kill you when we get back.”
“Who says I’m going back?”
“What?”
I don’t get the opportunity to answer her, because the royal family arrives just then. We stay in the back of the ballroom as the speaker announces, “King Edward Kassel and Crown Prince Darian Kassel.”
Mary and I both freeze.
“There’s no way,” Mary chokes.
My mouth feels dry. “Maybe we misheard.”
“Both of us did not mishear the same thing,” Mary replies slowly. “Maybe you heard his name wrong when he told you what it was?”
“Th–that’s a definite possibility,” I stammer. “I—You know I don’t pay attention a lot of the tim
