Forty-Five:
Prince George
It was near midnight when the club had finally become full. Reginald closed the doors, telling the bouncer to lie and say that it was a private event. It was filled with young men and women all my age. They looked like they were wary. And I didn’t blame them. Lancelot Larkin staging a call to arms was worrisome enough, the fact that I was there had made it worse. What was more, I knew there had been rumors swirling since Ashden’s birthday.
Some thought Ashden was dead, which was due to our rouse. Others had heard the rumors of the child and thought that she was hiding away until it was born. And still others had thought that both Lancelot and I were dead, and had been killed by the dragon that had been seen supposedly killing Ashden.
Reginald went to the fr
