CHAPTER 18
KUBALA'S POV
I entered the throne room, my footsteps loud in the stillness. The scent of aged stone and dust lingered in the air. I stopped before my mother, who was slowly pacing back and forth in front of the throne.
I cleared my throat, drawing her attention. She turned, holding a handful of posters, her expression tight with displeasure.
"See what you've done? I warned you not to bring that girl here," she snapped. "But you refused to listen."
"Bella is not a thorn," I said calmly. When Lenaya was upset, it was best not to match her mood, or else things could escalate.
She laughed mockingly. "Of course, she’s not."
She threw the posters at me, scattering them on the floor. My stomach tightened as I saw Bella’s face printed beneath bold, black letters: WANTED.
What?
