The Royal Palace... Prince Stefan's Quarters.
It was 3:00 AM when I slipped through Stefan's window. I was still wearing my [Nemesis] combat suit, though I had removed the mask.
Prince Stefan was awake. He was pacing, exactly as he had been in the first timeline, his anxiety over the wedding keeping him up.
When I landed on his carpet, he drew his sword instantly.
"Who—Briar?" He lowered the blade, his violet eyes widening. "You're supposed to be... well, I don't know where you're supposed to be, but not here. You're a fugitive."
"I'm worse than a fugitive," I said, pulling down my hood. "I'm a time traveler with a headache."
"What?"
"Listen to me," I snapped, my voice urgent. "The wedding is a trap."
