Mood Swing

Vespera POV

I sucked in a sharp, cold breath as Zanya's toxic words echoed through the quiet kitchen. She flipped her glossy hair over her shoulder, her dark eyes gleaming with absolute smugness. She took another slow, deliberate sip of her juice, clearly enjoying the temporary silence she had forced upon me.

"And as for your title," Zanya purred, stepping closer. "I believe you are losing your