Elder Mini tapped her cane against the floor slowly, her eyes gleaming. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial hush, the kind that made everyone lean closer. "You think beauty is harmless? Then you don't know the full story of Illora. Her beauty was extraordinary..."
"Was?" Mija butted in. "Is she dead?"
Mini nodded. "Her beauty was not a blessing, it was a storm. And it destroyed one of the greatest noble families of our age."
Sienna sipped her coffee, savoring the beginning of a scandal that held some weight. One that the tribe probably kept a secret from the rest of the world. Otherwise, Mija would know. She always knew everything about every handsome man in the entertainment world.
