Chapter 2

At my words, Alden rubbed his brow, voice dripping with impatience:

“Heidi, do you really have to throw a tantrum right now? Viola just had fetal monitoring—she can’t handle stress.”

“I told you, I’ll sort this out. Your position as Luna isn’t going anywhere.”

“Go home first. I’ll come back tonight and explain.”

With that, he didn’t spare me another glance. His arm around Viola, he walked straight past me.

As they brushed by, Viola turned her head. Shot me a victor’s smile. And mouthed, silent:

Old hag.