Chapter 6
My mouth hangs open as Prince Ferguson saunters to the empty chair next to Faith. He gives her an obvious wink before seating himself and thanking the king. “The invitation to participate was such a thrill.”
All eyes turn to the king, except for Faith’s. She rolls her eyes and scoots her chair a little closer to the king, away from Ferguson. I can’t blame her.
Next to me, Felicity turns almost as pale as her hair. “Father, what does he mean by participate?”
The king snaps at another ser...
Published on August 28, 2012 03:30