Lola’s POV

Morgan’s words echoed in my head. I felt stripped bare, ashamed for letting myself get so close to him, ashamed for almost letting my lips touch his.

Before the shame swallowed me whole, I did the only thing I could think to do, I ran. My feet carried me faster than my mind, back through the streets until the familiar sight of the palace came into view.

When I pushed open the doors, the house was alive with voices. My mother stood in the front hall, her expression bright, her ...