Roman looked between the two. “I’m right here.” He waved his hands in front of their faces.
“Shit,” Kaylie hissed and drew her sword. “It’s too close to have carried on the wind.”
Dani nodded, drawing her sword, too. “Show yourself,” she called out.
Had he glamoured himself? Focusing on making himself visible, he waved his arms again. “What is with you two?”
“Who are you?” Kaylie demanded, looking right through Roman.
“Are you to tell me you do not recognize your king?” he drawled.
Both women snapped to attention. “Forgive us, Your Grace. We did not realize it was you with your glamour.”
Roman huffed. “I’m not glamoured.”
The guards looked at one another. “We can’t see you, Your Grace.”
Dani stepped forward and reached out, yanking her hand back when it made contact with Roman’s shoulder. “Your Grace, we cannot see you.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Roman muttered to himself and pulled out his key to unlock the gate. “I’m going inside.”
The women jerked and looked in his direction, having not realized he’d moved. “Yes, Your Grace. We apologize for pulling our swords on you.”
Locking the gate behind him, Roman stalked toward the house, throwing open the front door with a loud bang. “Roman?” Violet’s sweet voice floated through the air. “Is that you?”
He rounded the corner to their sitting room and relaxed at the sight of his mate. A maid sat with her, holding a box of beads. “Hello, princess.” The maid jumped with a squeak and looked around.
Not this again.“Khrista, can you see me?”
The woman searched the room. “N-no, Your Grace.”
Violet looked directly at him and tilted her head to the side. “Why are you still glamoured?”
As a royal, she could see through royal glamour, but he wasn’t glamouring himself. “I’m not,” he all but growled with frustration. “Dani and Kaylie couldn’t see me either.”
Violet’s brows drew together, and she set her sewing on the coffee table. “Then you must be glamoured.” She twisted her lips to the side. “Do not play jokes on the staff. They might quit.”
Roman threw his hands up. “I’m not!”
Standing slowly, Violet made her way to him. “Is something wrong with your magic?”
“Obviously,” he snapped, then softened his voice. “Sorry. I’m not upset with you, but I don’t understand what’s happening.”
“Call War. He’s somewhere around the house.”
“Come to the sitting room,” he said through thefamiliarbond. “Something weird is happening.”
“On my way,” the tigon replied immediately.
The beast trotted into the room. “What’s going on?”
Roman waved his hand over his body. “Can you see me?”
War chuffed. “As yourfamiliar, I can see through your glamour.”
“How do you know I’m glamoured?”
“Familiarscan see the shimmer of magic surrounding whatever royals’ glamour.”
