A Stolen Fate
Strings to pull, pieces to move, pawns to sacrifice.
And dear beautiful, easily manipulated Miles. The prize at the center of this maze. The crown I have coveted since childhood. He was always meant to be mine, would have been, if not for Rhea and her innocent eyes, her earnest heart, and her maddening ability to draw people to her without even trying.
My eyes catch his finger twitch. Just once, so faintly I almost miss it. My mouth goes dry, and I sit up straighter.