“And you’re sure this will work…?”

Rowan’s soft, deep voice tickled his ear, and heat rose to Aster’s cheeks. Still, he kept his composure as he descended the palace steps with his Protector at his side.

“I’m not sure of anything,” Aster whispered back. “But it was partially Nathalya’s idea. We will see what my mother thinks of this ‘design’ when we reach my home.”

Rowan nodded. “Whatever you decide, I’m keeping my oath. ...