Scarlet's POV
The door to my room clicks shut, and the pristine, controlled silence is a cage for the fury screaming inside me.
I want to shatter the crystal vases, to claw the curtains. But I don't. I am the picture of grace. I will not give them any reason to see me as volatile.
I force myself to walk calmly to the bed and sit, my hands clenched so tightly in my lap my nails leave half-moons in my palms.
That mouse. That insignificant, dull-eyed, trembling little nobody. The K-trios' fated mate? It's a cosmic joke. An insult. It's impossible.
Yet the evidence is irrefutable. They brought her here. Into our home. Kayden, who shies from all touch, clung to her.
They're researching the possibility of a second mate—for her. They're giving her attention that rightfully belongs to me.
