Tonia's POV
My fists clenched so tight my knuckles went white. Every fiber of my being screamed to wipe that smug expression off her face, to knock her down from that pedestal she'd built for herself. The urge to fight back burned through my veins like wildfire.
But I couldn't. Not with my baby's life hanging in the balance. Not when one wrong move could cost me everything.
Even though every cell in my body rebelled against it, even though it felt like swallowing glass, I forced my head down. I gave her exactly what she craved - my submission, my humiliation, served up on a silver platter.
I couldn't see her face anymore, but I could practically feel the satisfaction radiating off her in waves.
"I don't think I heard you properly," she drawled, her voice dripping with mock concern.
The words stuck in my throat like thorns. My pride fought against them every step of the way, but I pushed them out anyway. "Grand Luna."
