Beatrice's POV.

“What did you do?”

I am so furious the papers on Sebastian King’s desk hover in the air. I’m aware of the audience we have the balding old man he’d been talking to, his assistant, and Lucas, but nothing is going to distract me from the man on the other side of that infuriating desk.

“What. Did. You. Do?” I repeat.

My magic does its version of stomping a foot and sends the papers on the desk flying to the ...