Chapter 263

• Dominique
• I hadn't meant to overhear anything. I'd only come looking for Lexa to remind her about the Nightwell dinner scheduled for that evening, and the door to her sitting room had been left open a crack, her voice carrying further than she probably realized.
• "I'm tired of babysitting an idiot, Mom," she was saying, sharp in a way I rarely heard from her, the practiced softness gone entirely from her tone. "Jaxon barely looks at me unless there are cameras around. And you're never around when I actually need advice, you're always too busy with whatever you're doing with—"