Lorien POV

Isolde’s eyes flashed as she shook her head. “So now you’re going to let me know what to do? Don’t even think about it. This is my house. I run it. Don’t imagine you’ve got power here just because you spread your legs. Get to work, Omega. I’ll deal with you skipping your duties later.”

She lifted the pot she’d been stirring on the stove, holding it out toward me. The rich, spiced scent of cider curled through the air. “Take this to the hall. Pour it into the ...