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Prologue

Last Summer

Royal

“Royal, it’s your dad Calling me this time”

Probably because I’d been ignoring hiainstot on a trip I tipped ht “Tell him I’m busy”

Hushed tones besideinto the device After a few ht shoved the phone in his pocket and came over

“You tell hi my boots I was busy, extreht Reed, the blades of his dark hair sweeping forhen he forced his hand through them

“He says we all better be at Windsor House in the next hour or he’s sending the artillery,” he said, and not looking happy about it He crossed his buff arotta do”

There was always soive a shit about any of it I hadn’t for a long time

Try telling my father that

It was his legacy, the only thing he had that connected us and puthe found acceptable about acy as much as I possibly could Especially recently with the closer we got to high school graduation I wouldn’t hesitate to put both him and this town in my rearview mirror, the place and him a reminder of what my father saw me as…

The one who ruined our family

The guilt of that weighing onon their feet beside ot his call All our phones had rung, but the difference was Knight hadn’t ignored his He had a good relationship with the Court, his grandpa and everything, so if my dad, one of the senior members, called him, he answered He answered to the Court because he wanted to, not because he had to

With that, LJ cahed “Probably for the best,blond locks over his shoulder when he turned “She has to do this on her own”