Harper snatched a jagged black obsidian card from her belt and slammed it onto the marble counter. "My sister-mate needs the restorative minerals of the deep-basin pools. Clear the Alpha-tier grotto. Now."

"I’d like that sanctuary as well," Madison interjected, her voice a sharp contrast to the bubbling water nearby.

"Um, Lady..." The manager stammered, his eyes darting between Harper’s bared teeth and Madison’s smug grin. "You haven't sent a messenger to reserve the space..."

"And neither has the Ghost, right?" Madison retorted. She reached into her silk satchel and produced a heavy, silver-embossed tablet—the seal of the Montgomery High-Alpha.

The manager’s knees hit the floor instantly. He didn't recognize...