“So is Azzurra,” Alarico said.

“She’s a queen and I’m only a slave,” Elettra replied, dismissive, already turning away.

Before she could reach the door, his fingers closed on her elbow and hauled her into the supply room. He shut the door with a soft click and shoved her against it. Shock and fear danced in her eyes as she stared at him, chest heaving.

He kept just enough distance to be considerate. “What are you doing?” she snapped.

He set his palm beside her head and ...