The palace grounds were spectacular. It was like a maze of gardens, courtyards, and whispering fountains.
Cole Kinney led me through it, pointing out things he thought was worth noting and making jokes like we'd known each other our entire lives.
He was so different from the boy who held Jack's head hostage with real arrows three days ago.
He was relax, in his element...just a typical mischievous nineteen year old Lycan Prince... doing his due diligence to be the perfect gentleman guide.
I watched him briefly.
6'1". Athletic build. Warm olive skin, sun-kissed with a faint scar slicing through his left eyebrow.
He had almond-shaped eyes that hold a mix of intensity and mischief, as if he's always halfway through solving a secret.
Full lips that curve naturally into a lopsided smirk, one corner quirking higher when he's amused.
