So much for keeping watch over them.
Roman Draven's slit pupils narrowed as he studied the picture-perfect scene before him.
Alaric was sprawled across the end of the bed, dead to the world. Of all the people to keep watch, it was Alaric who could sleep through an earthquake.
Griffin of course lay flat on his back, while
Asher, the mighty paranoid knight who'd sworn Queen Seraphira might "hack their necks" in their sleep was fast asleep too, arm slung possessively over Violet's waist like she was some plush toy.
Typical.
Roman hissed softly in disapproval.
"Brilliant job, everyone. Outstanding teamwork," he muttered to himself in his serpent tongue.
Fine. If no one else was awake, he'd take on the role of night watch. Not that he'd mind. He'd been itching to explore their new home anyway.
He slithered down Violet's body carefully, until he reached the floor. Then he stopped before the door that didn't possess a handle.
