Seventy-two:
Prince Raoul
There were witches waiting for me. They had come in the coronation hall. One of my wolves, Bailey, made his way across the hall. “What are these witches doing here?” he demanded. “We should be killing them, not working with them! They took Talia and they held her hostage.”
A girl stepped forward. She had curly, red hair and green eyes. “No one took me hostage. I left of my own accord, because I told you that I didn’t want to participate in The Mating Season. But you thought that my father’s word was more than my own and you said you would kill people if I didn’t come.”
I laughed. “Did you now? That’s a brilliant line. I believe I used something similar on Crimson.”
“People are terrible,” Talia said, “never mind, you aren’t people
