“Shit. I never expected our plan to fall apart like this.” Rosentine slammed her fist against the wooden table, the sharp crack echoing through the room. Dust trembled from the beams above as the others exchanged uneasy glances.

After receiving Winter’s orders, Freya had returned straight to her mansion to report everything to the twins. Even now, the shock still lingered in her bones. None of them had anticipated this outcome—least of all Freya herself.

Valtor hadn’t even argued. ...