"Miri," I said, my voice tight as I grabbed a robe from the foot of the bed. "I need to shower and dress. The Prince expects me in his suite in less than ten minutes, and I currently look like a fugitive who lost a fight with a department store."
Tasha let out a sharp, mocking cackle from under her blankets. "Oh, going to see the Prince, are we? Scrubbing up for a man who's already replaced you with a porcelain doll? If I were you, Waverly, I'd stop wasting your energy on Kaeren. He's already gone. Celine has her wings and his future wrapped up tight."
I paused at the bathroom door, the steam already starting to hiss behind it. "And you think you have a better plan?"
"I'm just saying," Tasha drawled, checking her chipped fingernails. "If you were smart, you'd focus on seducing Davis Evermont. At least if the Alpha's brother marries you, you stay in the palace with a title. But if you think you stand a chance with Kaeren where Celine is? You're a fool."
