“Rose, come on. Do you or do you not want to go to his coronation?” Nate asked me while I was squatting on the ground and pouting. I was back in my track uniform while having my morning run with the Vampire prince.

“I want to.” I grumbled. 

“See? Now, less sulking and more running. Come on. I’ll run with you.” Nate offered me his hands and I lazily took it. I let out a dying groan as I got up to my feet. “Don’t give me that attitude. Remember the condition that ...