Chapter 92 Chapter 92

Tiana’s POV

Constance snatched the glass from my hand so fast I barely had time to blink.

The wine sloshed, but she held it steady, her fingers tight around the stem, her face suddenly hard in a way I didn’t like.

“What are you doing?” I asked, staring at her with furrowed brows.

She didn’t answ...

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