Savage
Reagan asks.
“Nothing new,” I say, not wanting to say anything in front of the Prince. I don’t know him, and he was right that I don’t know anything about vampires, so I don’t trust him, even if Reagan’s sister sent him to check on her. And that doesn’t sit well either.
“Let’s get you settled,” I say.
“Do you need help with those, Meadow?” Reagan asks her, pointing to the books.
“Thank you, no. I’ve got them. Maeve is going to flip when I call her and show these to her.”