Violet slept through most of the day. She should have known that would happen after letting Roman "help" her fall asleep.
Goddess knew he took far too much pride in pleasing her. Since they couldn't "do" it yet out of respect for Asher, Roman had found other, inventive ways to leave her satisfied. It was no wonder he'd earned the title God of Pleasure.
Not that she was complaining.
When Violet finally stirred, the bedroom was as silent as a graveyard. For a moment, panic ran through her until she realized her mates had probably left her to rest.
Sure enough, there was a note on the bedside table:
Sleep well, darling. We're taking the chance to explore the palace and will wake you when it's time for dinner with the Queen.
Xoxo, Asher. Roman. Alaric. Griffin.
Beneath it, another line was scrawled in a different hand: And Roman again.
Violet couldn't help the small snort of laughter that escaped her. Roman was as delightful as a child.
