Olyssia’s POV

“Are you serious right now?” I scoffed, disbelief curling through my words.

Coren arched one brow at me, that smug, infuriating look carved into his face, and I folded my arms across my chest.

“Well, well, well,” I echoed mockingly. “What are you, a villain from the 1950s? If you’re not here to buy something, then get out.”

He didn’t flinch. “We were invited, Princess,” he replied evenly.

It took everything in me not to let my surprise show. Invited? ...