I’M NOT YOUR PET, Zeda texted back, her fingers flying across the screen.

A reply came instantly, a winky-face emoji attached. WE’LL SEE ABOUT THAT.

Zeda gritted her teeth. WHO ARE YOU?

PRINCE TORVIN, SAVE UP.

AND IF I DON’T?

YOU’LL END UP WISHING YOU DID.

The threat made a shiver run down her spine. She saved his contact as "Manipulative Bastard."

"Congrats, Zeda, you're the talk of the academy," Carrie said as Zeda walked into their room and flopped onto her bed.

Zeda wasn't ...