“I won’t waste time with pleasantries,” I said, my voice low, measured, and devoid of warmth.
Nirma sat with that same smug expression carved into her face, a queen fallen from grace but clinging to her pride like a crumbling crown. She said nothing—just tilted her head with a flicker of amusement in her eyes, as though waiting to be entertained.
This wasn’t entertainment. This was war.
“I want to know where you’re hiding Noella’s daughter, Maja,” I said, stepping closer to the magical barrier that separated us. “Now.”
Her smirk widened. “And what would I gain from telling you that, little golden wolf?”
I ground my molars together, my jaw tight. If she weren’t locked behind reinforced walls and laced enchantments, I would’ve let my wolf rip the smugness from her lips.
But I wasn’t he
