Rael didn’t know how to feel. One second he was smiling, the next, he felt like ripping out Archibald’s throat. In that short time, she had already coined a nickname for him. Nice.

Archibald turned to Polly and smirked.

“I hate to see you go. However, you’re busy, and I don’t want to waste your time,” he paused, then asked out of nowhere,

“Would you mind joining me for dinner, Princess?”

Rael’s breath ceased. His lungs refused to take in air, his heart slowing as he turned ...