Chapter 7

“Grumpackers,” I murmured quizzically to myself as I stole down the hall away from the door to the chamber that everyone was calling the East Salon.

Allera might’ve told me to keep my distance, but she was insane if she truly believed I could actually follow through with such an idiotic command.

Because, really? Stay away from my one true love? Ha! The idea was pure madness.

And what the hell were grumpackers, anyway?

I didn’t have a clue but I was about to procure a shitload of them.

In the few hours I’d been in Donnelly, my life had taken a vast change in direction. A day ago, I had thought my biggest obstacle would be adjusting to life in a new kingdom and keeping my sister and myself alive. But today? Survival? Assimilation? Who the fuck cared about those things?

Today, everything revolved around her.

Lady Vienne.

After pleasuring myself last night before sleep and again this morning when I woke, that part of me felt appeased enough to help me realize it wasn’t even exclusi