Sixty-two:
Prince Declan
I was outside Lady Kenna’s dorm room. I was supposed to be at a meeting with someone about something like I always was. Instead, I had ordered my driver to take me to my old school. Then, I had taken a detour to Kenna’s dorm. I didn’t know what had brought me here other than that I had spent the past week contemplating what to do about Fiona. I’d raised my hand to knock on the door at least five times only to drop it.
“Robert Frost, pick a road,” Kenna barked from within her room.
I raised an eyebrow. “How the fecking hell---”
She opened the door for me. “I saw you arrive. You’re the only person that shows up to school in a black SUV that looks like somethin’ Jay-Z drives to avoid paparazzi.”
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