She glanced up, a good deal embarrassed at it, and she walked away to the next landing to examine another grouping. This one of a frolicking family of wolves. Obviously missing from everywhere, were any likenesses of Charles III or either of his sons, Charley and Ryon. Which, decided Thomi, was just as well under the circumstances.
Presently, Stephan brought her to a pool of water surrounded by rings of flowerbeds. The depths of this pool was fed by the outpouring of water from an urn upheld by a cherubic Stormi and Dyana. A toddling Kourtnay played with wolf cubs, one of whom sniffed curiously at her wings. At the other side of the pool, a curly haired boy watched them, his hands resting on the heads of the adult wolves either side of him.
Thomi, from where she knelt beside Kourtnay’s l
