Percy’s POVAcross the table, Veronica stared at Rue as if she were something rotten that had crawled out of the gutter and dared to sit among nobility.Her thin lips curled. “I still don’t understand,” she said coldly. “Why would someone like you lower yourself to stay with a woman like her?”My chest tightened.Veronica leaned forward, her eyes glittering.“Percy,” she continued, her voice dripping with false concern, “you are from a respected clan. Powerful and influential. But she…she is nothing but a gold-digger, a wave-rider.”Her gaze flicked toward Rue with open contempt.“…she’s a woman abandoned by her husband, disgraced, and living off the protection of others.”The restaurant had grown quieter.People nearby were pretending not to listen but everyone was listening.My wolf growled inside me.Rue did not respond.She simply picked up her glass of water and took a small sip, as calm as if Veronica were discussing the weather.But I knew her, I knew the quiet strength it too
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