Penelope POV
"Princess Penelope! How do you respond to the slander circulating about you online?"
The reporter in the front row pushes his microphone forward, his eyes wide with hunger for a headline.
"And does your divorce from Julian signify a complete break between the Rogue Pack royal family and the Blue-Claw Pack?"
The applause from the crowd dies instantly. The silence in the grand hall is sudden and heavy.
I do not blink. I adjust my grip on the microphone. The metal is cool against my palm.
Below the stage, Julian’s shoulders stiffen. His pupils shrink into sharp, black needles. He lifts his chin, locking his gaze directly onto my face.
I do not look away. I hold his stare. I let him see the complete lack of warmth in my eyes.
I take a single step forward, right to the edge
