Chapter 10

“I can’t believe you did all this in three hours.” Sander’s exclamation rang throughout the whole of Castle Falk.

Several strangers wearing black shirts with the Present Tastes logo on the back looked at him with raised eyebrows. A few shrugged and simply continued to go about their work. Sander didn’t mind. He was still taking it all in.

Boughs of holly and mistletoe covered the doorway, wrapped with red velvet bows and dozens of twinkle lights. The entire place smelled like cinnamon and pine trees. His Dragon growled at the reminder of Noelle’s spicy fragrance.

His beast was not the only impatient one. Despite being taken aback by the holiday splendor she’d managed to create, Sander still longed for a glimpse of his little vixen. The time without her had dragged on almost unbearably. Where is she anyway?