Chase's Pov

I stood there staring at that little piece of hair for longer than I should have. My hands did not want to move. Part of me did not want to touch it, like if I left it alone, it would turn out to be something else. A piece of string. A bit of grey wool. Anything but what I already knew it was.

Dean stepped closer and looked at it too. His face went pale.

"Your highness," he said, but he did not finish the sentence. There was nothing to say that would make this better.

I picked up ...