Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince
We head back toward the main house, Cassidy still chattering about duties and schedules.
I’m starting to feel a tiny flicker of hope—like maybe this won’t be as awful as I thought, when we turn a corner and nearly collide with him.
Prince Caspian.
He’s as breathtaking as ever, all sharp edges and cool confidence. His eyes linger on me for a moment longer than I’m comfortable with before he continues walking, his presence as overwhelming as ever.
Once he’s out of earshot, Cassidy leans in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. “He’s been unmated for a concerningly long time, you know?”