Claire's POV
The invitation in my hands felt heavier than its delicate cardstock should allow. Luna Roanna Valmont's elegant script commanded my presence at her estate the following afternoon for "tea and conversation." The formal language couldn't disguise what this truly was—a summons from the most powerful Luna in North America to the Omega who dared to entangle herself with her son.
I stared at the cream-colored paper until the words blurred, my mind racing through possible scenarios. None of them ended well for me.
"What's that?" Jennifer asked, emerging from the kitchen with a steaming mug of coffee.
"A invitation to my execution," I replied grimly, handing her the card.
Jennifer's eyebrows shot up as she read. "Holy s**t, Claire. Luna Roanna?"
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