## Rebecca’s POV
“Did you know that our soon-to-be Luna is a hybrid? She is a were-witch!” Rina’s mocking voice pierced through the dead silence of the room. Her sharp, cunning eyes flickered from my perplexed face to the court officials, and then back to me.
That smug expression on her face reminded me of Diane, except Rina was worse. While Diane acted all innocent to perpetuate her evil in the dark, Rina’s malice was raw, vile, and in plain sight. She didn’t need to hide or pretend; she was Rina—Lysander’s childhood friend and his mother’s ideal bride.
Confused, I turned to Lysander, but his face revealed nothing. Was he aware, or was he not? He should have known I was a hybrid if he meant everything he had told me on our way to this place.
“And?” Lysander’s thick eyebrow arched leis
