The Cold Prince
Crimson hisses.
She doesn't trust me. I wouldn't either, I suppose, since I don't trust her, but still...
"Look, none of us were checking her casket to see if she ever did truly begin the process," Roel say uncomfortably.
Twisting around, I carefully peek around the corner so I can see them.
Crimson's arms are wrapped around herself as she shifts from foot to foot. "What if it's not my daughter, but an imposter?"
A lump gathers in my throat.