The heavy leather bags hit the thick carpet with a soft thud.
The six incredibly powerful, wealthy Kings were completely paralyzed. They were sitting on the expensive living room sofas like frozen statues. Torian's bright blue eyes were so wide they looked like they might fall out of his head. Caspian was still staring at the spilled champagne on the rug. None of them knew what to do. They had spent the whole day treating her like a fragile piece of glass, and now she was standing in front of them wearing a tight, shiny black bunny suit, looking like pure trouble.
Roxy didn't give them a single second to recover. She was completely in charge now.
She put her hands on her hips, her fluffy little white tail bouncing behind her, and pointed her finger directly at the silver-haired healer sitting on the end of the couch.
"Ren," Roxy ordered, her voice full of absolute, undeniable authority.
