Sunlight streamed through the heavy velvet curtains of our private quarters, painting the stone floor in bright, golden stripes. The moment my eyes cracked open, a surge of pure, electric excitement rushed through my veins. The heavy, dark thoughts of the previous night—the rogues, the hidden threats, and my father's shadow—were instantly pushed to the back of my mind.
Today was dress day.
I turned my head on the pillow, my heart softening at the sight of Demetrius still fast asleep beside me. The fierce, unyielding Lycan King looked surprisingly peaceful in the morning light, one of his massive arms thrown over the empty space where I had been laying, his chest rising and falling in a deep, calm rhythm. I smiled, carefully slipping out from under the heavy furs so I wouldn't wake him. H
