Page 29 of Prince with a Chance of Darkness

I rubbed the scar again and cocked my head to the side. “Willa, how do you explain the fact I’m here—alive?”

She sat next to me and her eyes moistened instantly. She brought her fingers to my scar and touched it before leaning, putting her forehead to mine. “Is it wrong that I don’t care. I’m just happy you are alive.”

I closed my eyes a second and images flashed through my head from the cave. There was a rat like demon guy and zombie like things.

No. Not zombies.

Ghouls.

And there was a huge black wolf. The same wolf from the forest. I gasped as he morphed from a wolf into a tall, hot naked guy.

“What is it?” asked Willa.

I opened my eyes to find her staring at me. “Pretty sure we got attacked by some rat-demon-dude and there were ghouls and a naked wolf-shifter guy there.”

She opened her mouth but closed it fast. She jerked back. “The Weird Sisters!”

“The who and the what?” I questioned, my attention on her newly acquired white chunk of hair. I touched my hair in the same spot and drew the long strands forward, in front of my face to examine them.

“What in the hell are you doing?”

“Seeing if I have a white streak in my hair too. Like you,” I stated.

“Like me?” she asked before rushing across the room to the bathroom. She entered and less than a second later, she screeched. “Ohmygod! I have a white streak in my hair!”

“I’m aware,” I said.

She rushed out of the bathroom holding the section of hair like I needed the extra visual. “White hair!”

I tugged my top open. “Dagger scar. We both got issues, babes. Try to reel in the freaking out.”

“I think this warrants a freak out, Mina!”

I shrugged. “Fine. Freak out.”

She grunted. “Well now it seems ridiculous since you called it out like that.”

I glanced toward the flowers and reached out, pulling the card from them.

“Who are they from?” she asked, approaching.

“It’s not signed,” I said before reading out loud. “Do not go home. It is not safe. Your aunt is no longer a threat but she made more than her fair share of enemies. It would be best if the two of you attended college as planned and keep a low profile.”

Willa snatched the card from my hand and read it out loud too.

“You do know I can read, right?” I asked.

She lowered the card. “Sorry. I’m struggling to process all of this.”

“Same.”

She sat next to me again. “What now?”

I shook my head. “No clue. Who do you think wrote this and how do you think we got all the way here from Romania?”

“And how are you alive,” she said before touching her hair again. “And how did I get this?”

We had far more questions than we had answers.

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