Chapter 30

BEATRIX'S POINT OF VIEW

"Five minutes until your entrance, Ms. Mercer."

I nodded to Knox, Octavia's head of security who now shadowed me at all public events. My heartbeat quickened, but my face revealed nothing. One year of training had perfected my mask, the serene, confident expression of a woman born to wealth and power rather than thrust into it by circumstance and revenge.

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