#Chapter 69: A Visit

Charles As I hung up, I closed my eyes and pictured Grace curled up in my bed in the palace, draped in the fine silks and furs that covered the bed, comforted by my scent lingering in the sheets. "Is she okay?" George asked from the front seat. "She's... adjusting." I bit my lip. "I regret leaving her so soon. I hadn't known she would react like this." It shouldn't have happened so quickly, though the fact that she had started growling at me to communicate and seemed to understand me when we'd been in bed should have tipped me off. It was different for every werewolf with lycan blood, depending on the bloodline and how strongly it presented. "I'll have to ask Sera's opinion," I said, chuckling. "I was partially surprised she agreed to go." "I don't think you could ask that side of your family for something that they wouldn't give you." I nodded. "Probably not. It's nice to be so loved." I looked out the window. The night was shrouded in an eerie silence as we arri