Michael's POV
Christ almighty.
Out of every possible nightmare scenario, this had to happen. My ex-wife stood across the ballroom, draped in emeralds and pearls, laughing that same careless laugh that once made my chest tighten with desire. Now it churned my stomach with revulsion.
Snow.
Reagan's mother. The woman who vanished from our lives without so much as a goodbye.
I hadn't laid eyes on her in over a decade, and that was by design. Yet here she was, being paraded around as Thor's wife's cherished companion.
What kind of sick joke was this?
My blood turned to ice. Every muscle in my body coiled tight.
Hell.
Across the crowded room, Snow's gaze found mine. The recognition hit her face like lightning.
I couldn't process what I felt. Rage? Complete emotional shutdown? Maybe both, twisted together into something poisonous. But I felt Allyson's questioning stare burning into my profile. Reagan looked equally stunned.
