Page 14 of Exiled Prince

Shit.

I don’t know a Peach, and it was a long shot that I’d find out any more information. Unless…

“Hey, my friends, Peach and Jagger, were in here last night. Do you know them?” I ask the vampire.

He lifts his head from where he’s wiping down the bar with a smirk. “Everyone knows Peach.”

He doesn’t say anything about Jagger.

“Where can I find her?” I ask, batting my eyelashes at him.

He arches his brow. “You know Peach but don’t know whereto find her?”

Shrugging my shoulders, I twirl a lock of my hair around my fingers. “I said I know her, not that we are best friends.”

He stays silent.

“Fine, how about Jagger?” I ask, wondering if he has any loyalties to the shifter I’m looking for.

“He’s in here every night. I don’t know where he goes in his free time,” he replies, shrugging back at me. He clearly doesn’t give a shit what happens to him.

“Great, thanks. Have the day you deserve!” I call out, hightailing it out of there.

Looks like I need to come back here tonight, but I’ll keep my promise to Bane and keep my clothes on this time. Getting rid of the illusion, I zip to Salem’s house. My brothers all live in a row of three houses, but we also all have bedrooms in the castle. As the Shifter King’s nephews and niece, although not by blood, we are still treated like a part of the royal family, minus all the pressure that Raiden has on him as the prince and heir to the Shifter Kingdom. The King likes to tell everyone that he took us in when our parents died, and I guess that is true, but it’s Shadow who looked after and raised us.

King Bax gave us a roof over our heads and food in our bellies.

Shadow gave us a home and made sure we were all raised right.

He gave us love.

My brothers all paid for their own houses with the money they make from being assassins. They paid for mine, too, even though they were angry that I didn’t want mine right next to theirs.

I live five minutes away, which was the only compromise they were willing to give me. Growing up, my illusions kept me sane. They didn’t know what I was doing if they didn’t know it was me.

Yeah, I’ve always been sneaky, only because I was given no choice, with four big brothers watching over my shoulder withtheir double standards.

“Where have you been?” Salem calls out from his open door as I’m walking up the cobblestone pathway. He crosses his arms over his massive chest and scowls down at me. Most people would be shitting themselves right now, but I know I’m one of the very few people who is safe from him.

I pat his chest and pass him, leaning up to kiss his stubbled cheek. “Oh, you know, here and there. What have you been up to? Have they given you any new assignments yet?”

When I say assignments, I mean kills.

The assassin’s academy my brothers work for decided to pull Salem from the field because of his instability. He goes in with magic blazing, killing first and asking questions later.

He’s good at what he does. A littletoogood.

Salem doesn’t have much of a conscience and can kill without remorse.

His lack of empathy can be concerning sometimes. I don’t know what personality disorder he has, but he’s the only one who has it.

Still, he’s my big brother, and I love him. I love all of them.

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for them. Well, besides listen to them.

Salem closes the door and follows behind me, watching me while I make myself comfortable on his black leather couch. “Why do you look different?”

“What do you mean?” I ask, frowning.

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