Thirty-Three:
Prince Victor
I slept in.
Cecelia had kissed me, and I couldn’t even get my eyes to shut the minute I went back to my dorm room. Because I was a Prince, I lived privately, with my guard in the room next door. I had stayed awake staring at the ceiling remembering the feel of her lips against mine. It had all started as a way to get back at my cousins, but Cecelia was the first girl to truly be interested in me for me.
Well, not the first. My brother and I had grown up with Allegra Dubois. When our younger sister had been killed by The Guillotine, they’d had a ballet performance at her funeral in her memory. Allegra had been one of the principal ballerinas. She’d found my brother Louis crying over our sister, and since then Louis had been fascinated by th
