Anastasia didn't interrupt. She stood there, waiting patiently as Emberly finished her casual domination of the table and finally took her seat near Madam Serenova. But her mother wasn't done. Not even close.
Emberly had come here with a plan—and it had nothing to do with the political ties between House Obsidian and House Serenova. Those alliances were secondary. What she truly cared about was Alexa.
Her son's woman.
Emberly wasn't going to sit by and let Alexa remain unshaped, untempered given her power in divinity. The girl had potential—massive, terrifying potential—but raw power wasn't enough. She needed guidance. And who better than Madam Serenova, the elusive Priestess and matriarch House Serenova of the Fallen Angels?
And so, the two women locked eyes.
No words were spoken, yet expressions shifted. Silent understandings passed between them. A conversation was happening—a private one, hidden behind unreadable gazes and the weight of untold knowledge.
