Chapter 128

Louboutins and some fancy designer dress that rides up so far on her thighs that I can see the lacy white panties underneath. She storms across the clearing and gets up in Creed’s face, just after he knocks Greg to his knees with a punch to the stomach. “Leave them alone,” she hisses, and there’s a collective intake of breath from the crowd.

Idol versus Idol.

I’d sort of hoped this might happen.

Harper has always had per people; Tristan has always had his. What was it he said in the limo that day?

“If you keep talking, I’ll toss you right out of this limo, and we’ll find out if the Plebs enjoy their queen better … or their king. Don’t test me, Harper.”

There were cracks in the skin of this court, and they were bleeding blue blood long before I ever set my sights on them.

Tristan appears a moment later, swiping his hand down his face. For a second, I imagine that he and Harper were having sex in the woods, and I feel nauseous. But then I realize th