Layla caught her breath. She had almost forgotten the real reason she was there, she was invited.

By Saraiah Riverwalker.

The woman who called her trash.

And told her she would never be good enough for Solomon.

She followed the servant across the great hall and into a small hallway which led to a small library. In the middle of the room was a mahogany table that stretched the length of the room. The room was wider than it was long and ...