“Why are you staring at me?” I startle at his question, fastening my eyes to the floor as I respond. “I’m sorry.” He doesn’t say anything for a moment before he begins circling me, much like a predator does to his prey. “So, you’re the Parris princess.” I frown at that, my eyes tracking him as he continues to slowly circle me. “What? I’m not a princess. I’m—” “You are on this campus, Princess, and I’m the king.”
