Camellia's POV
"I'm not apologizing to her!" Claire shouted.
Eugenia glanced at me, a sly smile playing on her lips.
"Ms. Tate," she said breezily, "if you refuse to apologize, we'll see you in court. Defamation carries criminal penalties, doesn't it?"
Claire's bravado evaporated. Her face turned ghostly pale.
Fabian's expression darkened momentarily before smoothing into a practiced calm. "Claire, apologize to Camellia. You're the sister—you should be the bigger person."
Eugenia's wolf ears twitched beneath her platinum hair as her pine-needle pheromones sharpened.
Something about Fabian's phrasing felt off—like we were the unreasonable ones.
The crescent moon mark on my neck burned. Her fingertips unconsciously scratched three faint lines into the mahogany desktop—the blood of an
