"Estelle, will you take Idris back to the palace?" Casaio asked.
"Of course, Your Highness," Estelle replied with a respectful nod.
Idris turned to Zilia and hugged her tightly once more. "Please get plenty of rest, Sister."
Zilia managed a small smile as she ruffled his hair. "And don't cause trouble there, alright?"
"I won't," Idris promised before heading toward the door with Estelle.
Zilia watched him leave, waving softly until the door closed behind them. A moment later, the car in the parking lot pulled away, taking her little brother back to the safety of the palace.
The room fell silent until Casaio broke it.
"I told you to take your suppressants."
Zilia sank onto the couch, her shoulders heavy with fatigue. "I did," she replied, rubbing her forehead with her fingers.
Casaio's expression darkened. He took a slow step forward. "Then why is your scent flooding the entire house? Your pheromones are everywhere. Do you even realize how reckless that is?"
