"Cassian Northvale," the woman’s voice was smooth, yet it possessed a resonance capable of rattling one’s ribcage. "I am Lady Elara, Matriarch of the North. I have come to reclaim what belongs to our clan."
Lianna stood in shock beside Cassian, her face deathly pale. She stared at the elegant woman with snow-white hair, whose presence felt so oppressive amidst the chaos of the CEO’s office they had just cleaned.
"Who are you? You don’t have an appointment—" Lianna tried to speak, but Lady Elara did not so much as glance at her.
Cassian felt every nerve in his body tense. Lady Elara. Far older and more powerful than the Lady of the North. This is a war between clans, and I am in the line of fire.
"I don’t care about Valerian protocols, Miss Ashworth," Lady Elara cut her off coldly, her
