Wednesday — 5:47 p.m. — Razor Riders Compound, South Carolina
Ava's POV
I was beginning to think my three-day princess retirement might actually kill me.
Not because of the poisoning, the medication, or the people trying to murder me.
Nope.
Boredom.
Pure, absolute boredom.
I'd announced my retirement on the plane ride home from Mexico.
Three glorious days of being pampered by Dad and Blaze, with absolutely no responsibilities.
It had sounded wonderful at the time.
Now I was sitting in my ridiculous pink throne, wearing a plastic crown.
While Cloe and Josie argued over which movie we should watch.
“I'm telling you, a horror movie is perfect,” Josie insisted.
Cloe shook her head.
“Absolutely not. We're watching something funny.”
“Why can't we watch something with explosions?
