The grand assembly, which had just hours ago been the most monumental, vibrant celebration in the history of the Beastworld continent, had finally ended.
Everyone had returned to their homes.
Inside the private family parlor on the second floor, the tension was thick enough to choke on.
Roxy paced.
She walked a frantic, relentless line back and forth across the woven rugs, her bare feet entirely numb to the cold floorboards. She had discarded the heavy, ruined layers of her magnificent white chiffon dress, changing into a simple, thick woolen nightgown, but she couldn't stop shivering.
She constantly, neurotically rubbed her hands up and down her arms, desperately trying to chase away the lingering, ice-cold dread that had settled deep into her bones the moment Ren had shattered the bedroom window.
Something was definitely wrong, she knew for sure.
