Well! Clear away the old to welcome the new, huh?
Freya’s eyes filled with quiet mockery—so this “old Luna and old mother” was meant to be cleared aside for young, radiant Sorenna.
A faint scent of food lingered in the den, catching Riven’s attention. His gaze fell on the pot of moon-beast stew still warm in the trash bin and surprise flickered across his features.
“Freya,” he murmured, “did you prepare dinner last night?”
“I haven’t cooked in a while,” she replied coolly. “It tasted terrible, so I threw it out.”
She could not fathom why he cared. Even Kael clinging to her leg felt suffocating.
She abruptly stood and brushed them off, claiming she felt unwell before heading upstairs.
The moment she closed her bedchamber door, her crystal comms buzzed relentlessly. Opening it, she saw three images from Sorenna.
The first one was Sorenna holding a bouquet of crimson fire-roses, posing beside Riven and Kael.
The second one showed the trio sharing a meal in the Moonfeast Restaurant—the one Freya had reserved weeks ago.
The last one was a close-up of an emerald moon-bracelet… on Sorenna’s wrist.