Chapter 810

• As they reached the entrance to the viewing room, one of Juliette’s cousins, a woman with hair the color of rusted iron and eyes full of venom, stepped into their path.
• She lacked Juliette’s restraint and the elders' caution; her chest heaved with suppressed rage at how the Moretti name had been handled all evening.
• "You really think you can just walk in here and treat us like subjects in a deposition?" she hissed, her voice trembling. "After everything your family has done to the trade lines? After the way your husband has been hunting our kin?"