The Rejected True Heiress
I ate it up.
“Right,” I muttered, trying to hide the flush rising in my cheeks as he pulled away. “The earrings. Sure.”
Of course, I had never received them. I wasn’t the princess.
But that didn’t matter.
Eventually, Toby caught up with us again, looking nervous. He whispered something to Callum, something about a wolfless girl, Liora, apparently, being bullied.
Right, that girl. She’d been standing there at the gates, looking so… plain. Like she’d rolled out of bed and biked here from a homeless camp.