Before Luna Sutton could even speak, a gentle yet icy voice cut in: "Young Lord Fawkes, you certainly are generous, daring enough to send this kind of trash to Luna's side."
Kian Sterling had come over at some point—the coldness on his androgynous face was unmistakable, his jet-black hair glinting with a frosty light in the morning sun, ten fox tails swaying dangerously behind him.
His eyes were deep as he stared at Chloe Callahan. That look made Chloe shudder involuntarily, fear gripping her heart even tighter.
"Th… Third Prince…"
Chloe's voice trembled. She instinctively wanted to run, but was frozen in place by a single look from him.
"What? Surprised to see me?"
Kian's mouth curled into a dangerous smirk. "Chloe Callahan, you really have some nerve, showing up in front of me again?"
Chloe's face turned deathly pale; she knew Kian hated her to the bone.
