Venessa’s POV
I caught the king’s scent immediately and realized Jalisa wasn’t alone this time. Her father was with her.
“Hide in a closet, Venessa,” Nyla urged.
Concern flared through me. “How will I hear them?” I argued silently.
“We returned with enhancements,” she replied calmly. “I’m still discovering them myself, but the gifts are… impressive.”
I frowned. Why hadn’t she told me sooner?
I located the small broom closet serving that wing and slipped inside, closing the door quietly behind me. Since I no longer needed the parfait as a peace offering, I opened it and ate instead, steadying my nerves. Then I felt it my wolf’s senses shifting, sharpening. Nyla took control, honing in on Jalisa’s office.
Suddenly, it was as if I were standing right there with them.
Their voices beca
