Tabitha’s POV

“You’ve toyed with us so much it’s driving us mad, Tabitha. What else are we supposed to think when you were out there receiving the golden wreath from Andrew King?”

“Kingsley,” I correct.

“Whatever. You looked pretty pumped up when you accepted that wreath from your precious Andrew,” Jace grits out.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t have a choice! What am I supposed to do? Embarrass him in front of the media crew?” I ask, my voice raising.

“I don’t know, Tabi. But you could have shown a bit of hesitation considering your stepbrothers—your mates—were bleeding on the pavement just a few meters away from his...