ROSETTE’S POV
I’d paused The Princess Bride at the part where Westley says “As you wish” for the third time.
The good snacks were arranged on the coffee table like I was hosting a viewing party for one — dark chocolate, salted caramel popcorn, those ridiculously expensive imported cookies I only bought when I was feeling sorry for myself.
I’d changed into comfortable clothes, soft pants and an oversized sweater, my hair still damp from an earlier shower.
I’d been ready for a night of showing a two-hundred-fifty-year-old Lycan King the cultural masterpiece he’d somehow missed for decades.
Instead, I was staring at a laptop screen while everything I thought I knew about my family collapsed.
Zavien stood at my window, silhouetted against the city lights, giving me space to go through th
