Eighty-nine:
Prince Declan
I was outside Kenna’s dorm. I couldn’t stay in the palace. I had responsibilities that I was supposed to handle, but since Fiona, my grandfather had mostly left me alone. I hadn’t seen Kenna since New York, and I didn’t think she would be happy to see me. I was supposed to have kissed her on New Years Eve and that never happened. Instead, I’d found Fiona, and I’d brought her home without even thinking twice about it.
I knocked on the door.
It opened, and Paisley was there. “Declan.”
“Paisley,” I said, “is she here?”
Paisley raised an eyebrow. “Is who here?”
“Paisley,” I said harshly, “I know that she’s here.”
“You do?” she said. “You know she has a life. You know t
