A soft knock on the door and Veron's eyes snapped open.
"Your Majesty," He heard Skye's voice from outside the door and a frown marred his face.
"When did you begin to address me like that?" He asked Skye via mind-link, turning his head to look at the person sleeping beside him.
His brows knitted together the moment he set his eyes on her sleeping form. Her heartbeat was steady, music to his ears, but that glow was back and this time, brighter than he had ever seen. At this point, he became alarmed. What the fuck was this? He probably should seek the opinion of others, especially Gideon. He might just have an idea of what was going on with her.
"I have no choice," Skye responded to the question, via the same channel the question was thrown.