Chapter 26: Two Seconds, One Dress, and a Queen's Approval
"I'm only going to give you guys two seconds," I growled.
It came out low and dangerous—exactly the sort of command you only ever use on stray cats and people trying to auction off your destiny.
Marrok and Versha blinked at me, then tilted their heads in perfect synchrony like some awful, elegant metronome. For a split second I worried they'd misheard, that centuries of stone and eight eyes had dulled their hearing.
"Two," I repeated, louder. "Out. Now. Wait outside until I'm done changing. I don't care if seeing a human's nakedness is boring or not."
Marrok's carved brows twitched. Versha's many eyes narrowed in curiosity. For a moment I thought they would politely refuse and remain, haunting my dressing room for the rest of eternity. Instead, they straightened. Versha gave a small, delighted chuckle. Marrok tucked his wings politely and turned.
