"What do you think you're doing?" Elijah whispered to his wife, who had made herself comfortably at home on his lap.
"Isn't it obvious?" she said coolly, then turned her attention to the others across the table.
It was clear that power had changed hands, and they all knew to act accordingly. Beatrice wasn't Elijah, and right now, she seemed far more terrifying than him.
With her arm resting on the table, Luna Beatrice leaned forward and declared, "You can all argue about options and power plays all you want, but I've made my stance clear. Elsie is done. I will never accept her as the next Luna."
Murmurs rippled through the room, especially from Henry and Zara's side. If anyone looked most pleased by the news, it was Irene. Who would've thought Beatrice had this kind of fire? The woman had been silent for far too long.
