"That I don't really know. But its said that only a royal can identify another royal."
"So how could you even tell that I was not royal?" I asked confused.
"Reid has met you and he has not said you were royal," said the ever crypty professor.
"And who is Reid?" I asked knowing I had not met anyone by that name. I was not one to exactly kiss and run. At the very least I knew the names of who I kissed. Still slutty I know but I have been sorely deprived all this years so if it now chose to rain men I was not complaining.
"Reid the blond blue eyed six foot four muscular guy who kissed you infront of everyone that night you arrived," was the professors dripping with sarcasm response.
The large wolf was a royal? I had been wanting to ask about him of Eric but never got the chance. Not surprising with all else taking up our time.
" Where is he?" I asked wanting to know. Needing to speak with him.
" He is in the prison baracks."
"What? Why?" this was a first I've heard of a visiting royalty being tossed into prison.
