Phoebe's POV
Royal Gamma Timothy showed up with marshmallow sticks, suggesting we share them. His cheerful, laid-back vibe made it seem like nothing in the world could dampen his spirits.
He was nothing like the king or the royal beta. Something about him made my shoulders drop, the tension easing from my body.
"Oh, you're into this show? Me too!" Timothy grinned as he dropped onto the couch across from me. He held out a marshmallow stick, and I took it without thinking.
Honestly, I hated it. No sweetness hit my tongue—just sticky gunk coating my mouth with a strange texture. But I couldn't bring myself to refuse him and risk hurting his feelings.
Something seemed off about the marshmallow stick, though. Back in my pack, I remembered the coating being white cream or chocolate, not this red stuff.
I kept my mouth shut. Maybe things were different here in Centra City. I forced myself to keep eating, missing the way his eyes tracked my every move.
