Harley’s P.O.V.

Leave Carlos?

For a moment, I thought I had misheard. But the icy hiss lingered in my ears, sharp as a fang sinking into flesh. I reacted before thinking, fingers darting up to lift my veil, to catch that woman’s hand, and demand an explanation. She couldn’t just split the ground beneath me and leave easily.

However, Freya was quicker than me. She caught my movement before anything else. Her gloved fingers clamped around my wrist, prying the other woman’s hand free of mine with controlled strength.

“Sit!” She ordered, low but firm.

“But, Aunt!” I tried to twist, to resist, but her grip was unyielding, and with...