Jasmine's POV
The voice behind me sent ice through my veins. "Hello, Jasmine."
Lord Linus stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, looking like a headmaster about to deliver punishment. The casual cruelty in his tone made my stomach clench.
I turned slowly to face him, every instinct screaming danger.
Judy paced restlessly in my mind while Atlas's voice cut through my thoughts like a blade. "He reeks of the underworld. He's been consorting with Calvin."
My blood went cold. "Calvin? The god of the dead?"
That explained how he'd managed to kill Aunt Naia. The memory still burned like acid in my chest. One day, I would make him pay for that.
"What do you want?" The words came out sharper than I intended.
His lips curved in a smile that held no warmth. "The same thing I've always wanted." He glanced toward the ballroom where music and laughter drifted through the night air. "A throne that rightfully belongs to me."
