"What happened back there?" Jonah finally asked once they were away. "Why didn't they let you leave?"
"That prince is a scheming snake," Sirona growled out, a hand glowing purple as she began to heal herself while walking, with Atticus and Jonah flanking her sides to prevent her from bumping into people."That spill was no accident."
"You mean…?"
"Damn right." Sirona turned to Atticus, her eyes flashing in anger. "That man is out to steal Daphne from you, and he's not above using this sort of petty tactics. He purposely got his servant to injure me after I interrupted his attempts at destroying your reputation."
Atticus cursed, his hands clenched into fists. "When I get my hands on that bastard, he's going to pay!"
"Let me at him first," Sirona said, "I have a pressing need to end his bloodline."
