"What do you think, Emira? This one is beautiful, isn't it?" Emira looked up mechanically from the invitations she was sorting and nodded her head without really giving it a proper look and turned back to the invitations at hand.
Even as she looked down again, Emira's hands clenched under the table. Ramona Vye was doing this on purpose. There was no other explanation for her behaviour.
Of all the people available in the pack, she had come to her to ask for help choosing her Mating Ceremony robe.
Emira was quite sure that she did not need her help and the only reason she was showing off was because she wanted Emira to see it. To stand there and watch as Ramona prepared to become their mate. To remind her of her place.
The thought made something cold settle in Emira's chest, but she forced her hand to stay steady and gave no reaction.
