As Rose turned to leave, we both noticed it—
Callum, Cassian, and Carter all trying, and failing miserably, to remain composed. Their eyes followed us like moths drawn to neon flame, each of them struggling not to move as Rose’s glowing fur brushed past.
With slow, deliberate steps, Rose padded toward the grand staircase, her claws clicking softly against the marble. The nobles parted in silence, unsure whether to bow or pray.
We took the stairway to the right, slipping behind the velvet curtains that hid the hallways leading to my chamber.
“Princess Mishka, it is I, Didi,” came the cheerful voice of the little omega. “Please allow me to escort you to your room, my Lady.”
Rose nodded once, her enormous head dipping in acknowledgment, and followed the small girl through the dim corrido
