This… Omega, with no pedigree, no noble house, no true bloodline to speak of. Lana’s stomach turned, not in jealousy, but in pure, hot disgust. How easily her son had been swayed. How blind he must have become.
Did that little weasel really believe she had won anything? That by surviving a single lunch, she had secured herself a place in the Nightshade legacy?
No. Oh, no. That was just beginner’s luck. A flicker of wit, nothing more. And the Queen had played this game for decades, across courts and continents, against kings and councilors alike. This slip of a girl was no match for her.
The image of them riding together, his hand brushing hers as he corrected her reins, boiled her blood. It was more than the insult of defiance. It was the threat of dilution. A tainting of everything th
