Chapter 17

• Asher stood outside the prince’s office, staring at the door. He’d already turned around twice to leave, but his cat let his opinion be known. He had to talk to the prince so someone like Raymond Hardy wouldn’t be grilling Journee for details. He nodded and then looked around to make sure no one had seen that or that he was standing in front of the door, looking at it like it would swallow him whole if he tried to open it. He really needed to go for a run and blow off some—whatever this was happening to him.
• The door opened, and he jumped like he’d just been caught doing something he shouldn’t. The prince gave him an amused look.
• “Asher, right?” He glanced over his shoulder, “did you need to see me?”