Zephyrine's POV
Rachel walked toward me with an air of confidence, an arrogant smirk playing on her lips. She raised an eyebrow before turning to the crowd.
"Don't you think it's inappropriate for a traitor to be here?"
The murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd. She turned back to me, blinking slowly, her fingers absently scratching at her nails. I needed no one to tell me how nervous and scared she was.
Rachel might put on a tough front, but she never had the spine to stand against me. We'd been friends since childhood, I knew her too well. The way her throat bobbed, the way her hands fidgeted, told me everything. She was terrified.
She lifted her chin, feigning authority. "Guards, chase this uninvited guest out. Now." Her voice wavered ever so slightly, her breath heavy with forced composure.
I chuckled as the guards moved in. My gaze flickered to Bryan, who was deliberately avoiding the entire scene, refusing to meet my eyes.
