Chapter 193
- ZETIAN'S POV
- At the back door of the old residence, I tightened my grip on Little Prince, balancing him carefully on one hip. With my free hand, I popped open my motorcycle’s storage compartment and pulled out a small helmet and a safety belt.
- From the corner of my eye, I caught Henry leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his face split between disbelief and admiration.