Aitana's POV
The crone's cold fingers gripped my chin, forcing my head up. "You want to prove your worth to this family? Then kneel."
The air in the chamber turned to ice.
"Kneel?" My voice dropped to something dark and dangerous. The timid mask shattered as I straightened to my full height, knocking her hand away. "I don't kneel for anyone."
I was ready to play their stupid game some more, but she just had to push me to my breaking point. She could have asked for anything else, and I would have done my best to oblige, but that was out of the f*****g question.
From what I gathered, I descend from Gods, and a Goddess doesn't kneel.
The old hag's eyes flashed with fury—then shock, as the energy in the room shifted. I've been downplaying my abilities all this time, making them believe
