As I stride away from the medical rooms in the palace, I find myself tugging roughly at the buttons of my shirt. I just need … air. Space. Something. Everything feels too tight, from my suit to my skull. It’s like a set of walls are slowly and almost imperceptibly closing in on me. I make a beeline for double doors leading to one of the many terraces and push outside, taking deep breaths of early summer air. What did I just do? Did I really just kiss Seraf—and then make it seem like I was only trying to help stir Callum’s jealousy? “You really are a Royal Rogue.”
