They won’t like the result.
I’ve spent the last few years hiding who—what—I am, but Rovan won’t stop looking, trying to figure out what I’m hiding behind the mask.
When he sees the real me, I expect him to run screaming.
But underneath his smiles, the wicked prince is something just as terrifying as me.
We might just make a half decent team.
If we don’t kill each other first.