Chapter 42 Your Highness
- Ulysses's POV
- "Who's there?"
- A sharp female voice cut across the lawn, and for the first time, I realized that Veronica's voice was even more unpleasant than Phoebe's cries. The black-clad guards, who had been kneeling with their heads down, became alert again. They drew their daggers and once again surrounded the woman in the yellow dress.