System 427 floated after her as she moved toward the window. "And Estov? What's 'his' role in all this?"
Heena gazed out at the moonlit palace, where somewhere in the guest wing, her "fiancé" was probably charming some poor guard into blushing confusion.
"Him?" She smiled. "He's my chaos agent. The wildcard no one sees coming. By the time the consorts and Seraphina figure out what he really is, it'll be too late."
Her reflection in the glass looked like a queen. Like a predator.
"Let's see how the criminal white-lotus system handles a world with 'two' veterans in it."
The Next MORNING
