Vivianne could feel the storm raging within Roxanne, even as her alpha's expression remained composed and too controlled. The carriage is quiet now, save for the muted clatter of wheels and the people outside the carriage. Vivianne's hand rested lightly over Roxanne's, composed, and Roxanne's; the truth about Dietrich's threats still echoed in the space between them, an ugly poison neither of them could ignore.
For Roxanne, this isn't the first time she has been hunted by envy. Ever since childhood, Dietrich's shadow had followed her. When he was six and she was barely a year old, the court had already begun their comparisons.
