CHAPTER 93

KHLOE

THEY both watched as the Prince walked with a pride befitting for his class, it seemed to them that he was there at all.

"What is he doing here?" Lissa whispered.

A shrug. "I don't know, maybe he needs something."

"Well he can easily ask and have it brought up to him."

His gaze coasted from the scratches on the wooden kitchen table that had been made mostly by knives of different sizes to Lissa's brown eyes.

He ran one of his clawed fingers across the table making a scratch on the table as her walked toward them, the kitchen filled with the scent of his cologne that sort of reminded them of cedar.

"Someone is looking at you…" Khloe said as they both snickered and pretended they hadn't noticed he was there to start with.

"Look away, he is coming." Khloe said.

Christopher walked toward them and stopped a few meters from them and cleared his throat.

"Oh, Prince!" They chorused at the same time.

He picks a glassware and pretends to study it closely before dropping it back again on