Peace, in a house full of beast-cubs, is an illusion.
Caspian and I had successfully made it to our own bed. The ocean breeze was drifting through the open balcony doors, the manor was perfectly quiet, and I was just drifting off into a deep, well-deserved sleep.
Then, I heard it.
*Scratch. Scratch. Thump.*
My eyes snapped open. I stared at the ceiling. Beside me, Caspian let out a long, heavy sigh that ruffled my silver hair.
"I can flood the hallway," Caspian offered sleepily, his arm tightening around my waist. "A mild tidal wave will send them right back to their bunks."
"Do not drown the guests," I whispered, untangling myself from the warm blankets. "I'll go check. It's probably just Vali trying to sneak down to the kitchen for that raw elk meat."
