Chapter 171

The first day of my third year at Burberry Preparatory Academy begins with a long car ride, as usual. What’s unusual about this time is that I’m driving myself. In the Maserati that Windsor bought me. Don’t get me wrong: I feel like an asshole riding in such an expensive vehicle, but the prince did make a generous donation to my favorite charity. Plus, it’s rude to refuse a gift made with thoughtfulness.

All of that and … I wanted to keep it. Does that make me selfish?

“You are the least selfish person I’ve ever met,” Miranda declares from the passenger seat, and the prince murmurs his agreement from behind her, most of his attention focused on his phone. Miranda sounds almost indignant about it, her white-blond hair whipping about in the wind as we take the coastal highway south toward the academy.

She and Creed—along with the others—stayed in Cruz Bay the last two days, but unlike the others, neither Windsor nor the Cabot twins has a car. After I sunk Creed’s Ben