The Rejected True Heiress
I stood beside Zane while he stared at the options like it was a life-or-death decision.
I glanced at him beside me, realizing I’d never really considered how much taller he was. Not like Callum, Callum towered, all muscle and intimidation. Zane was tall too, but leaner, wiry in that slippery sort of way. I narrowed my eyes. I could take him down if the time ever came.
“I swear they had Blue Voltage Blast last week,” he muttered. “Why would they remove the best one?”
“Tragic,” I said flatly. “Do you want to light a candle for it?”