Anna gripped the edge of the linen-draped table so hard the silver rings on her fingers bit into her skin. She couldn't believe it. Of all people, Elias… Elias, the spare, the quiet one she'd left behind like an old coat, had just walked past her as if she were invisible. He hadn't even slowed.
Heat rushed up her neck, blotching the expensive powder at her throat. She had married a man who could bend entire boards to his will, a man that ascended to be a god. She was carrying his child. And still she had to sit here and argue with waiters about a menu while her own brother, her useless, spineless brother, was ushered through a private door on the arm of Victor Numen like some untouchable prince.
