**Gaia's POV**

I walk toward the corner where Chloe stands, that triumphant smile still playing on her lips.

I need to talk to her. Need to understand what this woman wants. What she's trying to accomplish by stirring up so much chaos.

How much more turmoil does she need to create before she's satisfied?

Chloe seems to anticipate my approach. "My room?" she suggests, her voice light, almost friendly.

I stay alert, wary of another trap. "The garden pavilion. ...