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“Why so adamant that the dark and mysterious Mr. Stares-A-Lot won’t ask you out? I’ve seen the way he looks at you, like a starving man who found a triple-decker cheeseburger.”
Lochlan D’angelo and Shadow Man were one and the same.
“Good goddess,” Isla breathed beside me. “He’s totally screwing you with his eyes. I think I just got pregnant.”
“There’s this story my dad told me when I was a kid. I thought it was just a fairy tale, but when Lochlan and Kade explained yesterday why they were here, I remembered that it was about these three dark princes who were cursed. And the only way they could break that curse was by finding a—”
“You might be our ruin,” he replied after a thoughtful pause. “Or”—his lips suddenly curled into a devilish smile—“you might save us all. And I’m personally betting on the latter, McKenna Belmont.”
So equally torn between reality and fiction,
“Three dark princes, monsters were they. Cursed in their true forms, they must pay. Bound to the night, along with their kingdom. ‘Til the hundredth year, or a cure can free them. Beyond that time, the curse remains. But night becomes day, a monster to stay. Only one can free all, before it’s too late. An elusive maiden, with a touch that slays.”

