More footsteps sound down the outer hall, breaking up my internal peep show. Not good. I step into the doorway to find Mom and Dad heading toward me. Like G, they’re in full royal get-up. Dad looks like a total king with his black tunic, broad chest and graying hair. Mom looks otherworldly in her Scala robes and black over-gown. Her tail waves at me over her shoulder.
I try to act surprised. “Hey, what’re you two doing here?”
“Octavia sent for us,” says Mom. “The guards say she’s in the library?”
“That’s what they’re saying.”
Dad shakes his head. “Didn’t think it sounded right, either. We never come to your chambers, let alone while wearing our formals.”
G’s sing-song voice wafts in from the library. “I’m in here, children. Who wants tea?”
Dad’s eyebrows lift in surprise. “You invite
