The next few days breezed past like the wind and Marisol would like to describe them as uneventful, but she knew it was far from that. As much as she hated to admit it, Marisol and Cedric had developed some sort of arrangement. They would spend their nights together in the throne room, with Marisol convincing herself that it was just so she could keep an eye on Cedric’s wolf, but it slowly became more than that.

One day, instead of waking up in the throne room with Cedric’s wolf curled ...