Breakfast for a Queen

**Rosalie**

"Ah! There she is!" Balthazar’s deep, sweet baritone boomed across the terrace, cheerful and warm, greeting me the second I stepped into the sunlit space.

I barely had time to register the sprawling glass-topped dining area before he crossed the distance between us in a blur of massive muscle. He scooped me up in a suffocating, bear-like embrace, lifting my feet right off the stone