Cassidy’s POV
The curvy, blonde lady stops us in the streets.
“Excuse me,” she says. “Are you the Princes of Nasales?”
I am a little taken aback by the sudden question. And Alex and Garrison glance at each other. I didn’t know her. None of us recognised her and try as I might, I could not recall ever meeting her in my life. No one answered her question.
She repeated herself, sounding a little more urgent. “Are you Prince Alexander and Prince Consort Cassidy?” she demanded.
I stepped back, hesitating with my reply even though it was a fairly simple question.
Our unwillingness to answer only seemed to incense her. But in the end, it didn’t matter because she was hysterical and yelling. The attention she drew made us all uncomfortable and Alex put an arm around me protectively. The movement drew her anger.
“I know who you are,” she screeches. “It’s you. You killed my brother!”