The Underworld Trials of Luna
the God of Darkness growls, glaring at me from his spot in the stone gazebo above, “are on very dangerous grounds. I would suggest that you disrobe at once.”
“I have no intention of doing any such thing,” I say, my voice ringing out loud and clear as I look up at the God and then around at the stunned crowd. I tilt my head, aware that my shining rose-gold crown glints prettily in the light, and look down at Orion. “That wouldn’t be very queenly of me, would it?”
“You make a mockery of this trial, Juniper Sinclair,” Orion growls, his canines now as sharp as mine. “You are at risk of rejection. And elimination.”