The moment the six of them stepped through the revolving doors of the five-star hotel, heads turned.
Golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling like captured stars, casting warm light over polished marble floors.
The lobby buzzed with quiet conversations and the soft melody of a piano somewhere in the distance. Yet despite all the luxury around them, it was impossible not to notice the group walking through it.
Ambrose led the way with Orion clinging to his body.
The little boy's golden suit shimmered beneath the lights, his bright eyes darting everywhere with poorly concealed excitement.
Beside them strode Devon and Viktor, both looking like princes out of a Shakespeare novel.
A few steps behind came Valentine and Gabriel.
