Meanwhile, inside the kitchen, Miranda let out a low growl of frustration. Her eyes narrowed at the small bottle in her hand before she clenched it tightly in her fist.
"That bitch," she hissed under her breath. "How dare she speak to me like that? And what the hell is wrong with Casian? Why is he always with Lyra?"
Seeing Casian linger around Lyra more often than expected was more than just an annoyance—it was a threat. His constant presence disrupted her plans, and it made her blood boil.
Executing her plan in a place crawling with guards wasn't easy, but she had taken the risk anyway. She didn't come to the Mordane Mansion without a purpose. And until she succeeded, she wasn't going to back down.
"I'll have to come up with another way," she muttered, her eyes flickering with something vile and unearthly. Her lips curled into a sinister grin.
***
Back inside the chamber, while Casian disappeared into the bathing area, Lyra waited for Penny to return.
