Leandro stepped forward, placing himself squarely between me and Prince Anselmo, shielding me with his body like a living wall. The Prince’s lip curled as he clicked his tongue, irritation radiating from him like heat.

"Careful, mutt," he sneered, smoothing down the lapels of his pristine suit. "You know better than to test me. I am the Prince. One misstep and you die."

Leandro planted his feet firmly, his imposing frame becoming an impenetrable barrier. "Lay a hand on her," he growled, ...