“Prince Darius, can you tell us how it feels to be next in line for the throne?” That one pulled me up short and I cut my gaze to Gus Vulpecula, the sneaky little Fox shifter who always managed to get the story he wanted no matter how loosely his facts were based on the truth. “What did you just call me?” I snarled, unable to help myself even as Xavier snorted a low warning in his horsey way. I’d let it slide the last time someone had called me a prince, but I didn’t want it catching on. I was an Heir just like my brothers and I had no intention of rising above them.
