Seventy-Four:
One Year and Six Months Later
Prince Marlowe
The University of Malibu was the last place anyone expected me to go for college, which was exactly why I’d chosen it. I’d surprised myself. I lived on campus, in a dorm. My security guards were in the room right next door. My roommate was a pro-surfer named Chance Horizon. He was tall, with shaggy, blond hair that went into his eyes, broad shoulders, and always seemed to bring in sand wherever he went because he lived by the beach.
Right now, he was laying on his bed smoking a joint. He was the last person I would have hung out with in under normal circumstances. But he’d been more than willing to be friends once he realized I was a girl magnet. Since arriving in California, I’d gotten groupies.
America wasn’t like Europ
