Soraya's POV
The boys drew closer, their steps slow and deliberate, their eyes dark with bold intent. Princess Seraphine moved back instinctively, fear flashing across her face.
"Stop right there!" she shouted. "Don't come any closer!"
They didn't listen.
"Do you even know who I am?" she asked sharply, lifting her chin.
One of them grinned. "We know who you are, Princess. We just want you to know us too."
"I don't want to know you," Seraphine snapped. "Step back. Now."
Another boy laughed coldly. "Now that's the problem."
The girls behind her whimpered softly. Terror rippled through the group, thick and heavy in the air. The boys were too close now.
I had had enough.
"Hey!" I shouted.
Every one of them turned to look at me.
"Why don't you mind yourselves and leave this place right now," I said, stepping forward.
They looked me over from head to toe—and then burst into loud, mocking laughter.
