Serena stood before the mirror, adjusting a few loose strands of hair when the door creaked open and Naya stepped in.
“Here is the rope,” Naya said quietly, handing it over.
Serena turned, a mischievous smirk tugging at her lips. “Perfect. I’m going now.”
Naya smiled faintly and nodded as Serena swept out of the room, moving with graceful confidence.
A sigh escaped her lips. She wasn’t sure who would be done for by the end of the night, the King, or Serena herself—but either way, it was entirely the human’s decision.
Naya sat down on the edge of the bed, her thoughts a tangled mess. Only moments later, the door burst open, and Thayne strode in.
“Thayne!” she gasped, startled. “You should have knocked. What if I had been changing or Serena?”
“I saw her heading toward the King’s chamb
