The constant, pathetic murmuring was starting to grate on my nerves.
I frowned, the easy, carefree swing of my legs stopping instantly. The boring atmosphere of the morning was officially gone, replaced by a massive headache. Seven days from delivery, and I had to deal with this screeching vixen? Give me a break.
"If you have something to say, Veyra, say it to my face," I said, my voice echoing cold and clear through the vaulted stone ceiling.
Veyra flinched as if I had physically slapped her again, her breath hitching. She clutched her swollen belly, shrinking back, but her eyes still burned with that venomous, pathetic jealousy.
Noah stepped back, his eyes moving from Veyra's scarred, sneering face up to me, his voice low and cautious.
"Arinya… who are these beastmen?"
