Broken Prince (The Royals, #2)

by Erin Watt

Would she just come home and yell at me already? I need her to tell me that I’m an asshole who isn’t worth her time. I need her in my face, spitting fire at me. I need her to scream at me, kick me, punch me. I fucking need her.

Eyes like the Atlantic. Stormy gray, cool blue, fathoms deep.

He told me to stay away. He told me I didn’t belong. If only I’d listened to him.

“Yeah, well, you know what I am? I’m the stupid girl in the horror movie. You made me into that stupid girl.” She points an accusing finger at me. “I’m the one running back into the house where the guy with the knife is. You warned me. Over and over again, you told me to stay away. But I couldn’t listen. I thought I knew better.”