I woke up the next morning to two notes under my door.
The first, in elegant, swirling script:
Meet us in the moon garden at sunset. We've decided to share the day. No tricks. Just us, for you.
— Ian
The second, in Aiden's bold handwriting:
Trust us. It'll be worth it.
— A
I stared at them for a long time.
Ian and Aiden. The mystic and the crown prince. The two who hadn't had their official turns yet. Joining forces? That sounded suspicious, but also… sweet? Like they cared enough to put their egos aside and make something special together.
The other eight had been whispering all day yesterday, shooting me knowing glances. Blake even winked and said, "Good luck with the big boys." I figured it was just more prince drama.
