They have her. She’s safe.” “Yeah. Right. Like they won’t choose each other over her if it comes to it.” Worry scrapes at my insides. Anything could happen to her out there. Shit happens all the time—my brother is proof of that. Maybe she should be our prisoner. As soon as we get her back, I’m putting a collar on her and tying her to the damn wall. Princesses shouldn’t be let out of their towers . . . that’s what monsters like us are for.
