“Whoever you are, Ms. Chun, basic manners dictate you knock before barging in,” Romilly said coolly, stepping forward and folding her arms across her chest.
Zinnia gave her a slow once-over, her lips pursed. “And you are?”
“Romilly Thorne,” she replied, lifting her chin with quiet defiance.
I pressed my fingers to the bridge of my nose, already feeling the dull throb of an impending headache. The day had barely begun.
Forcing a diplomatic smile, I stepped forward. “Ms. Chun, what brings you here so early? Does Theron know you’re around?”
She shrugged, entirely unbothered. “He doesn’t need to. Thanks to Mr. Jareth Lockhart, I have a certain level of authority that lets me go wherever I please.”
I clenched my jaw. I wanted to hit her hell, I wanted to hit Lockhart too but I kept my com
