ELENA.
It had been two days since the award ceremony—the day I was publicly claimed as Queen and Vardis’s wolf, Valor, nearly ripped Eliana’s throat out.
I thought we were headed back to the hotel after the drama, but Vardis had other plans.
"Let's go home, mama," he had said, and for the first time since we met each other, home didn't mean a penthouse in the obsidian hotel.
He had driven us to the outskirts of the city, where a massive estate sat behind iron gates. It wasn't just a house; it was a palace.
Vardis had apparently been building it in secret, waiting for the right moment to move in. It was so beautiful, all marble and glass, and to my surprise, he told me I had an entire wing of the house all to myself.
"You'll have your privacy here," he had told me while showing me the
