“Highness.” Tillia spoke from behind me, her hands clasped together. “Odessa,” I corrected. If Zavier wasn’t called Highness in his own country, then I certainly didn’t need the title. “Is there anything I can do for you?” “No, I was just wandering.” She didn’t move, not until I took a step closer to the fire. Then she stepped, too. Right. How dare I think I could walk around alone? “Zavier assigned you to shadow me, didn’t he? I promise I’m no flight risk. I was only restless.” She nodded. “Of course.” But did she leave me alone? No.
