#Chapter 27 Renee

Renee Neil was blocking my view of Tyler, but I could see the woman and her entourage clearly. For one glorious second, I thought maybe they were on my side. But then I saw the crest on the woman’s lapel—something ancient and royal, unfamiliar even to me—and the way the others stood between her and the crowd like a shield. There was only one princess in the area, and that had always been Vivian. Goddess help me. Whispers rippled around the crowd. “Is that her?” “I’ve never see her in person... She’s much scarier in person...” “She’s prettier, too…” “What is she doing here? I thought...” My head was spinning, blood still trickling from my nose, but I caught the name as soon as someone said it. “That’s her! That’s Arielle Volkov.” My eyes snapped to the woman in black. Arielle? By the Goddess, I hadn’t seen her in years—not since we were kids at some boring family event where she broke a boy’s fingers for pulling my braid. My mother’s side of the family