HAZEL
I’ve seen the front gates of the Lycan palace on television. I’ve seen photos of the foyer and the royal study in the tabloids. Grand spaces, finely carved mahogany pieces and paintings etched in gold, with tapestry bearing dark undertones. That’s the overall vibe of the Lycan king.
His most esteemed royal majesty. The dark lord of our great Lycan city.
Darius Hephaestus.
There’s a good chance that I’ll be seeing him in person tonight. Even though it’s just a short glimpse, I’ll be content to live out the rest of my days knowing I got to see his Royal majesty in person.
I’m so nervous, it’s a wonder I haven’t broken through the limo window.
Asher takes our picture in the backseat of the limo. We’re clutching champagne glasses, smiling for the camera.
“For the gram,” he say
