"Her Royal Highness, Princess of Shadowcrest. . .we are here."
How I wish we aren't!
With my mouth hanging low, I blink my eyes a couple of times.
I am still not used to anyone addressing me that way, and here he is. . .walking with grace after keeping me awake till the morning.
My plus one for the ballroom, this warlock, was there on that day among the warriors in my coven and had witnessed how monarch Quentin tricked me into this. Still, Gabriel has the nerve to remind me of that title that brought me Basville into this mess!
It feels like a mockery, and I can't help but glare at him. "Keep calling me that, and I will send you back to the Lunar Coven."
Just when I thought he would take my warning seriously, Gabriel's comment made me halt in my place abruptly.
The rest of my bodyg
