Nesrin blinked, confusion cracking through her resolve. “I can't do what?”
“You cannot march through that arena demanding everyone recognize me as Luna and then refuse to give me the same courtesy yourself.”
Lyra’s words were not expected. Tarek dropped his gaze to the floor, his jaw ticking with shame. Kaela gasped softly. Nesrin’s men, waiting stoically near the entrance to the tent, shifted uncomfortably.
Nesrin herself slowly reddened. The heat blooming in her face was not the result of anger, though. She opened her mouth to rebut, but Lyra cut her off.
“You want them to obey me when it suits Kade’s claim. You want them to fear touching me because it protects me and stabilizes this city. Fine. Then stop treating me as though I am made of glass the moment I ask to act like the wom
