Remy leaned back to speak to Rua and said, “They’re a pack of wolves, this lot.” She chuckled as she shoved another cracker into her cheek. “You better grab some now.” Narrowing her eyes at her sister, Rua didn’t move. Gone was the Queenly perfection that she had seen that morning. With mouthfuls of cheese and an oversized robe, Remy seemed far less intimidating than the regal persona that came to her so naturally. “How do you ever eat with them around?” Rua asked, making Remy cover her mouth to laugh. “Quickly,” Remy replied, biting into another cracker.
