His Mute Omega
She hesitated, then continued in a lower voice, "Have you lost your mind, Your Majesty? How is this supposed to protect her?"
Snow crossed her arms, unimpressed.
Roman, however, remained unshaken. "That’s the thing about people," he said, his voice infuriatingly calm. "They need a common enemy. If we stand against hybrids, no one will suspect the truth about you."
Snow’s nails dug into her palms. Her vision blurred with rage as she reached out—and before she could stop herself, her palm cracked against his cheek. "You devil!"
Clara let out a mortified squeak. "Oh—oh my gods—"