Nic drops us back into the room and warns us that we only have a few hours before the Trial before he vanishes. The moment he’s gone, Anton shifts back into his boy body. “Considering how fast hours move here,” I sigh, looking at the spot where Nic was just standing. “I’m sure we have even less than
“Seriously, Princess?” he murmurs, turning more fully to me and leaning back against the pillar, slipping his hands into his pockets, suddenly smug. “Tonight you’re negotiating your own mortality, the embarrassment of appearing naked before your potential suitor and his dad, the future fate of all m
And I hang my head again because I feel like such a selfish jerk, and an idiot –“It’s fine, June, I’m here for you,” Anton murmurs, and I feel that tingle over my hair and around the back of my head. I smile a little because I know he’s petting me now, like I do to him when he’s a wolf and I want t
“First,” Anton says, holding up a finger as he begins to name his terms, going slow enough that I almost snarl alongside my wolf. “You get to make this request about one girl – just one. The rest are fair game. I’m not going to have you controlling my heart at every turn, Princess.”“Fine,” I snap.
I laugh, shaking my head at him and giving him a little shove in return, because I know he’s trying to chuff me up and give me courage. That’s what he did for the last twenty minutes, anyway – telling me how gorgeous and imposing I look, and how nicely the rose-gold crown looks on my black hair, whi
“You need to back off,” I say, taking a step forward towards the blonde and the brunette just as Anton does at my side.“We’re not afraid of you and your little wolf anymore,” the brunette snaps, glaring at me. “We know now that he’s not real –““This isn’t about him, this is about you,” I growl, gl
“Would anyone be so bold as to volunteer?” the God of Death queries, his voice pleased and curious.I lift my foot, eager to get this over with, but to my surprise someone is even faster than me.“I will,” the gorgeous brunette says, striding forward.I put my foot down, my eyebrows raised. Because
“Ah, Princess Juniper Sinclair,” the God of Death says, turning his wicked grin on me. “What a pleasant surprise. Please.”He gestures forward towards the platform and I straighten my shoulders as I walk towards it, remembering who I am - that I have every ounce of my father’s strength and my mother