Lucen POV

I looked down at the blonde in front of me, unimpressed. She radiated fragility the kind of softness that screamed she wouldn’t last a week in a real fight.

Maeryn had swooped in the second the doors closed, peppering me for information like I owed her anything. I ignored her entirely. Acknowledging her would only encourage her existence.

Lysandra didn’t hesitate either. She glided over like the venomous thing she was and immediately began dismantling Maeryn’s confidence with ...