The Alpha’s 90-Day Luna
Lisa shot back.
"Lisa, go," I said softly, catching her eye. She paused, saw the glint in my gaze, and nodded.
When she returned, she held only three shimmering gold scrolls. She handed one to me and one to Ashley.
"What is this?" Riley shrieked, looking at her own mundane parchment. "Where is mine?"
"I am Ava’s personal assistant," Lisa chirped, her tail practically wagging with spite. "My tribute comes from the Hart line, not the Turner treasury. Why should I fetch for a scavenger? Don't you have your own lackey, Gary, for that?"
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