EMBER’S POV
“I worked like a dog for it,” she agrees, glowing again, lit up from inside by her own worst self. “Made myself sharp and useful and beautiful, all so I could be in that room. And finally, there he was. My Rhovan. More beautiful than the memory.”
She sneers, a vicious twist of her lips.
“And beside him—her. The Alpha Queen. Lady Isolde. Ethereal and cold and covered in everything I had ever starved for. I hated her the instant I saw her. Hated her for having him. Hated her for being everything I’d clawed toward my whole life and would never once be.”
“Only you could obsess over a married man for two years, stalk him across an entire continent, and somehow have the absolute audacity to hate his wife for standing next to her own husband.”
Devika doesn’t even flinch. If anyth
