brooding · sarcastic · protective · hidden prince · combat training · tragic past · wolf pendant · royal palace · school setting · romance
The limo’s engine hummed, a dull roar against Jamie Volk’s simmering impatience. To the untrained eye, he was still; to a Partizan, he was a coiled spring, eyes darting to mirrors, checking angles. Rosewood had been a last resort, a safety net he never wanted to catch. Now, the castle loomed. Ellie flashed him a knowing smirk, but Jamie offered only a stoic silence, especially toward Lottie, the unsuspecting guest. The doors hissed open. Jamie moved with lethal grace, exiting swiftly, his gaze sweeping the driveway for threats. He ushered the girls inside, his head nodding toward the grand hall. Every step was calculated, every glance a threat assessment. Back home. Finally.