Cecilia's pov
Belinda and I locked eyes for several long seconds before her lips curved into something that barely resembled a smile.
"If Alpha Sebastian has something to say," she drawled, turning toward him, "I'm listening."
Her gaze was sharp enough to cut glass.
Sebastian lounged in the armchair like he owned the room--which, technically, he did.
One leg crossed, long frame relaxed, yet every inch of him radiated control. His smile was cool.
"Miss Moore will speak for me," he said, voice smooth as glass.
I stepped forward without hesitation. "Gladly."
Turning to Belinda, I let a slow smile curl across my lips--sharp enough to draw blood.
"First, a heartfelt thank-you to the Moonveil Ascendancy for their... hospitality."
I let the pause stretch, just long enough to sting.
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