Chapter 1157 Beast Form

• Naomi
• Fallon’s old bedroom in our shared suite blazes into technicolor stripes of blue and dark purple. Early morning shadows sink over the four bodies in her old bed, which is in use as it stands, seeing as the princess herself has returned for a family visit with her twins, and her husband, who is awake and looking at me with cat-like intent.
• I take several silent steps toward the bed, eyeing Zayn, who is so still I’m not confident he’s breathing, but whatever. I was hoping Fallon would be awake, not him. At least, I don’t need him. I’d prefer if he wasn’t here all together.