FIFTY SEVEN

I gulp. My throat feels dry. Can we just talk about how beautiful those amber eyes are? I feel like I’m drowning in them.

I’m petrified even though no one has cast me a’Petrificus Totalus spell. Yep, I still remember how Hermione Granger did that to Neville Long bottom.

The guy who is gripping my wrist looks irritated because I just disturbed his sleep, but then his expression softens as he stares at me.

“Cheska?” he whispers, his voice low, sending shivers down my spine.

Or maybe it’s the fact that the handsome guy I’ve just met apparently knows my name and whispers it so softly.

“I see that you two met each other.” My brother’s voice makes me jump, and the grip on my wrist is instantly gone.

Drake stands in the foyer, a smirk on his face, his hands in his pockets. I straighten up, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. The guy turns around, facing Drake.

“Prince, Cheska.” He introduces me. “Cheska, Prince.”

My eyes widen. So, this is Prince. The best friend I’ve never met be