Then he had looked at me.
Realized I was going whether he approved or not.
And spent three weeks researching every member of Fangar’s security staff.
Because of course he had.
“I see the gates,” I told Owen.
“Then this is where I stop being emotional.”
“You haven't been emotional.”
“I almost was.”
“That must have been horrible for you.”
“Traumatic.”
I slowed the car as two guards stepped out of the stone security building beside the entrance. Actual royal guards, dressed in black uniforms with silver insignia and enough visible weaponry to make the whole welcome-to-school experience feel wonderfully nonthreatening.
“Owen?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
The response came immediately.
“Love you too, El.”
My throat tightened.
“And Ella?”
“Yeah?”
“Anyone gives you s**t—”
“I know.”
