WRITER’S POVIt’s been three weeks, two days, and twenty hours since everything came crashing down in the blink of an eye. If anyone told Austin he’d be hiding in a tiny, uncomfortable apartment in the poorest part of the country, he would have shot the person between the eyes.He eats crap that makes his stomach churn. Nothing compared to the ravishing, mouth-watering meals laid out for him at the palace every single day.His body aches nonstop from the cold, cruel press of the concrete slab against his bones. He can barely sleep here and has lost a lot of weight from it.Nightmares, flies, mice, and roaches visit him constantly.He’s asked his head guard, Ryder, several times if there’s the slightest possibility of changing his hiding spot, but he gets the same response every damn time.“This is the only safest place you can stay, Your Highness.”Austin couldn’t argue—After losing all his allies from the incident, Ryder is the only person he can trust. He gets to know what’s happen
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