Claire’s POV

Ivy let the question hang. Her eyes shone. Her hands hung open. She had set the stage all night, waiting for the court to swallow her bait.

Damian shut it down.

"Be quiet."

Ivy blinked. "Sire, I just meant..."

"You've stood here dragging the Luna's name through the mud all night." He talked over her. "You called her cruel. You called her fake. Now you expect us to buy that she brought poison to her own apology rite, spiking her own cup just to ruin you?"

His voice dropped. "She stopped that cup because she's sharp."

"That is not..."

"I've heard enough." He glared at the guards. "Search...