Chapter 35
- ROSE'S POV
- I stood at the doorway to the palace kitchen, watching as Taylor hovered over a fresh, golden-brown cake, his fingers inching closer to its edge. The smell of vanilla and butter filled the air, and for a second, I almost forgot why I was there. Almost. I crossed my arms, leaning against the frame as a smirk pulled at my lips.
- "Taylor," I said. My voice was low but enough to startle him.