Kyra narrowed her eyes at Sandra and smirked. "Oh, Sandra, it seems like you're all talk and no action. If you're really the queen here, you should be able to handle me staying here, shouldn't you? I'm going to make myself quite comfortable, just like everyone else."
Sandra's face flushed with anger. "How dare you!" she spat. "You think you can just waltz in here and make demands? I am the queen of this place, and I will not tolerate your presence."
Kyra leaned in, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, if you're so powerful, why don't you prove it? I'm sure you'll figure out a way to get rid of me if you really want to. Until then, I'm going to enjoy my stay here."
Sandra's anger reached a boiling point. "Get out of my way!" she snapped at her mate. "Throw her out! I am the only queen here, and I won't have anyone challenging my authority."
Her mate looked conflicted, glancing between Sandra and Kyra. "But Benjamin—"
