LUNA AQUAMARINE'S POV

Gaia’s eyes blazed with fury as she poured the liquid onto the maid’s head. The maid’s head hung low but I could sense her humiliation.

I’ve been there before.

My shock at seeing her here—after Alexander’s assurances yesterday that she meant nothing—quickly transformed into rage as I watched her raise her hand to strike the trembling maid.

Before I knew what was happening I found myself lunging forward, catching Gaia’s wrist mid-swing. “Don’t you ...