Lila’s POV
I watched the hall buzz with whispers, my lips pressed into a thin, bitter line. My nails dug into my palms as my eyes locked on her—Aria. Or Ivy Blackwood, as she now called herself. She stood there, radiant and untouchable, like she had never been the broken girl we had cast out. She looked graceful and powerful, wrapped in a life that I deserved.
And Connor…
My blood boiled just remembering the way he had looked at her. That unspoken awe in his eyes. He used to look at me like that—like I was everything he ever wanted. He had begged for me, worshipped me, practically crawled on his knees when I finally agreed to rule by his side.
I had watched Connor disappear through the doors, my mind racing.
He wasn’t thinking clearly, and I couldn’t let this go on any longer. He was
