“Just wait until Hunt hears.”
“He won’t be pleased?”
“Why the Hel would he be pleased?”
“Because you are mated. And now your father has made you a princess. Which makes him?”
“Oh gods,” Bryce said, choking. “Hunt is a fucking prince.” She laughed bitterly. “He’s going to go ballistic. He’ll hate it even more than I do.” She laughed again, a bit hysterically.