"How sweet." Victoria walked closer. Looked at the pot. "And what exactly is in this tea?"
"Herbs. To help with the venom."
"Herbs." Victoria smiled. Cold. "How thoughtful. While my nephew Nero suffers from YOUR curse. The curse you brought to this house. And you waste time playing with children. Making useless tea. Pretending to care."
Pipper's hand found mine. Squeezed.
"Stop with the fake concern," I said quietly. "We both know you don't care about Nero."
The smile dropped. "What did you say to me?"
"You heard me."
"You vile little—" She stepped forward. "How DARE you speak to me like that. I am the matriarch of this house. You are NOTHING. A bride from the weakest pack. A cursed girl playing at being Luna."
"I never said I was—"
"You don't have to say it. Everyone sees it. Wan
