Book 17: Princess Posey

Aris

“Why didn’t you tell me Posey can’t shift?”

Roman squints into the midmorning sunlight, his tan skin going rosy along his cheekbones. The dock off the back of the house is empty save for the two of us taking up residence in wicker chairs, watching the fog roll off the lake. A loon floats by, diving under the water.

Everyone else is still in the house sleeping off their hangovers.

I couldn’t sleep. Haven’t slept. Probably won’t until I get this cleared up.

Roman exhales deeply, scrubbing his forehead like he can swipe his hangover away. “It’s not something she likes people to know.”

“Obviously.”

“She never came into it, never showed any signs of developing gifts in that realm. My parents said she just needed more tim