As Lila led them through to their quarters, they moved like children lost in a dream, their gazes wandering over the impossible structure that surrounded them. From the outside, the palace hadn't looked half this large. Yet here they were, walking through endless halls that shouldn't exist. Guess that was Fae magic for you.
"The Queen wanted the princess to have her own quarters," Lila said as they walked. "But I advised against it, knowing how mates prefer to stay close at all times. She saw reason and gave in."
"One thing you did right for once," Asher responded bluntly.
Lila's head snapped toward him, her glare sharp enough to bore a hole through his skull.
But Asher met her gaze with that cold, unreadable look of his, daring her to say something more.
"Can we not?" Violet cut in, her voice tired. She'd dealt with too much in the past twenty-four hours; the last thing she needed was another petty argument.
