Dawn mist still clung to the grass, silvering the blades beneath their boots. Just like the day before, Violet stood at the center of the training ground with her mates flanking her, the wide sky stretched open above them.
And yes, her mother was still not here.
"Maybe she's running late," Roman said, glancing toward the tree line before he added, unsure, "...again?"
"Or she's not coming," Asher replied flatly. He leaned back against a stone marker, arms crossed, his dark gaze fixed ahead. "Which is far more likely."
Alaric frowned. "She promised, though."
Asher shot him a look. "And you think queens are not capable of breaking promises?"
Griffin let out a sigh, running his hand through his now long hair. "Let's cut her some slack. She's probably dealing with that strange Fae from last night. She'll come."
Asher huffed. "You're all too optimistic."
"And you're so pessimistic," Griffin shot back.
Violet said nothing.
