“Is that why you’ve been so on edge these past few months? Pace, you’re more to us than just the security guy.” She turns to me, the look on her face so achingly sincere that it makes my gut clench. “You’re my Prince.” Resting her hand over mine, she insists, “You’re his father.” Wicker’s looking at me like I just slapped him in the face. “You’re my brother.”
