Some part of me, the hopeful part, had hoped that Ravić would be waiting by the front door, as soon as our car pulled entered the driveway. He'd have his arms crossed, that infuriating smirk tugging at his lips as if he was daring me to explain myself. Or maybe he would shoot us his sharp glare, already promising me punishments for recklessly risking my life.
Just like he had, at Laurent's party.
I had wished he'd be there, waiting for me. By the front steps, where the shadows kept the sun at bay. But my heart sank the moment I saw nothing. No figure, no familiar presences. No one.
"Word of warning, Rosie," Sebastian drawled from the passenger seat. "The prince is not the same. He's not in his right mind."
"What do you mean?" I asked, my chest tightening at his news.
"He lost himself completely that night," Sebastian said, his tone surprisingly sober. "It'll take him days, weeks even, to claw his way back to himself. So don't be shocked at what you'll see."
