Sierra’s POV
The moment I stepped into the lounge, my girls were already waiting—three perfectly dressed, overly perfumed parasites who adored me enough to stay useful.
Rhea.
Melanie.
Kora.
All pretty.
All shallow.
All loyal.
Exactly how I liked them.
They turned the second I entered.
“There she is!” Rhea squealed, flipping her hair. “We’ve been waiting forever.”
“Something happened in the training yard this morning,” Melanie said. “Everyone’s talking about it.”
I rolled my eyes and sank into the velvet couch like a queen reclaiming her throne.
“Let me guess,” I sighed. “Another boring warrior fight?”
“No…” Kora leaned in. “It’s about her.”
My jaw tightened.
Her.
That stupid little maid with the quiet face and the annoying calm aura.
Isabella.
I smirked. “What did she do
