CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Stephania smiled in triumph as the others looked at her in shock. Did they really think that they got to decide what happened to her? Did they think that they could just condemn her to a life where her child would be taken from her? When she would be cast aside to be less than nothing?
She would fight off the world rather than let that happen. No one would take what was hers. Not Felldust’s sorcerers, not the nobles of Delos, and certainly not Thanos. She would die before she let that happen.
She would kill before she let that happen.
“What have you done, you arrogant i***t?” Felene demanded.
Stephania’s smile tightened, tempered only by the knowledge that the thief was dying. As she should have back on Felldust. If she’d had the grace to do that, Stephania would
