Book 18: Her Lips Are Sealed

Skye

Fallon closes her bedroom door with a soft click and glides across the room to shut the curtains. She moves with the practiced grace of the princess she is–Maeve’s heir who will one day be Queen of Eastonia–and she looks like it, walks, and talks like it as well.

But I know Fallon better than most. She’s an enigma–soft and stoic on the outside, but on the inside?

She’s the most animated, opinionated woman I’ve ever known.

“You cannot tell that bitch Naomi I’m telling you this.”

“Your sister Naomi?” I arch a brow, chuckling, and she rolls her eyes to the gilded ceiling.

“We’ve been on the outs recently.”

“Over what?” I sink onto the edge of her rather regal bed. I’ve always liked Fallon. She’s six years younger than