“I’m Ciara. Sorry, Rosalina,” she says, voice low and sultry. “I’m needy. He sent me here before I even finished, you know.” “Who sent you here?” “The Prince of Thorns,” Ciara, Astrid, and Marigold all say at the same time. I gape at them. “Wait, what? You were mid-bang with Caspian then he used his weird horny-thorny magic to send you here? And this isn’t the first time he’s done it?” Ciara runs her hands through her hair. “Why are the most beautiful men the most fucked?”
Book:Bonded by Thorns