“Just this once, Iléana, I’m going to ignore that you just spoke of treason in front of the Keeper of the Laws.” Eleanor’s eyes flared wide as she recognized Luther’s voice. She peeled my palm away and hurriedly nestled beside me. “Treason is putting a mortal-loving half-breed on a Descended throne,” Iléana snarled. “Tread carefully. I will not overlook it a second time.” Iléana scoffed. “You would choose her over me? Over all that we shared together? All that we planned?” “Those were your plans, not mine. Diem is my Queen. I will choose her over everything.”
