Cassian's POV
"What," I said slowly, my voice low, "are you doing out here, Princess Arabella?"
The princess looked like she had seen a ghost. Or perhaps been caught doing something she absolutely should not be doing. Her face was flushed, her breathing ragged, and her eyes were wide with something that looked suspiciously like panic.
"I could ask you the same thing, Your Majesty," she shot back, straightening her spine in that way nobles did when they were trying to reclaim dignity they had just lost. "Why are you skulking around the catacombs in the middle of the night?"
Fair question, I supposed.
I glanced down at Zorya, my massive panther, who was currently sitting at my feet and looking remarkably pleased with herself. Her golden eyes tracked Arabella's every movement, and the princess nearly squealed when she set her eyes on Zorya.
"Eeek! Why's a panther here?!"
