Book 2: The Perfect Prince

Estrella

I stare across the ballroom at Anwen, surrounded by gorgeous women. A brunette throws her head back in a laugh and starts to put her hand on his arm, then pulls back. If I wanted to be kind—if I hadn’t already spent three hours stumbling through conversations like some kind of backcountry rube—I would assume he didn’t see the hand in time to pull away. But I know how perceptive he is. It’s one of the things I’ve grown to love about him. And it means that any plausible deniability is impossible for me to extend. I sip my drink.

“Luna Estrella.” A man about my age with jet-black hair and green eyes bows. The woman next to him, of similar age but with pale blonde hair, curtsies.

I scramble through my memories to place their faces. What gives the man away is the line of polished silver badges on his chest. He is Hollis Kar, crown prince of Snowcrest Canyon and famed archer. Apparently, the badges represent his success in Snowcrest’s very stran