“You’re my imprint.”
As soon as he said those words, men and women in various states of dress spilled out of the hallways, grabbing for Ronan and restraining him.
“Wait, what are you doing?” I demanded to the people— some of them I recognized to go to this school while some looked too old to be on campus. I didn’t know what Ronan meant when he said ‘imprint’ but I’m sure as hell not going to let them take him away.
At my voice, the men and women holding Ronan down, bowed low. The same way the people from that town did for Luca. “Orders from the King.”
I furrowed my eyebrows. “The King?”
They all looked between them, not answering or not knowing what to say. Everyone I locked eyes with, looked away uncomfortably.
I turn to the only friendly face in the crowd.“Kyle, what is this? Wh
