Rose’s Point of View
The first thing I noticed upon waking was that Drago wasn’t standing with his siblings. An uneasy feeling crept over me. I tried to link him, reaching out across our connection. But there was no response—just a silence that only fueled my worry. “Where’s your brother?” I asked, not masking the tension in my voice.
Dia, quick as ever to deflect, leaned down and patted my head with a mischievous grin. “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to marry my brother? I’m hurt, you know, being the last to find out.” She sniffled dramatically, though her eyes sparkled with laughter.
I glared at her, then turned my gaze to Draco, who threw up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright—stop with the death glare, Rose,” he said with a chuckle. “He went to pick up your birthday present
