My suitors

Chapter 5

With everything that's going on, the boys have decided to keep tabs on me around the clock. That includes bringing me to breakfast with them.

- We're here, love, Dante shouts through the door.

- If you don't step out now, I'm coming in, Trevor yells.

- I fling open the door to see my four favorite boys.

- Come on, we don't have all day, Adal says.

- I know, I know, I say.

- Should I tell them about the letter, I ask in my head. The more I ponder, the less I realize it's a good idea.

- The traitor might be one of the leaders. How am I supposed to trust any of them now, I say in my head.

- Did our plan go any further than this. We certainly can't take her to the dining hall, Dante says.

- We can eat in the courtyard, Adal says.

- That's a good idea. No one will bother us there, Draco says.

- Not a bad idea, Dante says.

- Of course we always go with the dog's plans, Trevor says. Trevor grumbles, about to cause a scene but Draco cuts him off.

- Does that sound good to you, Princess, Draco asks.

- I guess, I say.

- It's not like the human has much of a say, this is for her safety, Adal says.

I told Dante and Draco what I wanted for breakfast, so they're off getting my meal. Trevor and Adal accompany me outside while we wait.

- I still can't stop thinking about that note. It's possible one of these guys wants me dead, I say in my head.

- I'm still upset we have to babysit you, Adal says.

- At least she knows better than to act up, Trevor says.

- And why do I have to be left with the two most intimidating leaders, I ask in my head.

- Right, Kira, Trevor asks. I nod, nervous I'll say something wrong.

- Good girl, Trevor says.

- Don't give her praise when she doesn't deserve it, Adal says.

- Look who's talking, Trevor says. Trevor puffs out his chest, towering over Adal.

- You think you're any better than her. I know what you are, Trevor says. I can see Adal turn red with anger, bottling up his anger.

- We're back, Draco says. I see Draaco and Dante holding big to-go boxes.

- Here, Princess. I got what you asked for, Draco says.

- Thank you, I say. He hands me my box, and I sit on a nearby picnic bench. Dante sits beside me, propping his elbows on the table and resting his head on his hands.

- You're marrying one of us, right, Dante asks. I look up at Dante warily.

- That's right, I say.

- And you said you needed to get to know us before you picked a husband, right, Dante asks.

- Yes, I say.

- Then let's do a little Q and A. One of us will ask you a question, and then you'll have to ask us one, Dante says.

- Leave her be. She's already overwhelmed as it is, Draco says.

- It's okay, Draco. This will help me get my mind off things, I say.