Christian blew another huff of smoke, squinting meaningfully at Yoana.

“Well, Lady Mendoza? Have you made your decision?”

“If you can’t decide, why don’t I do it for you?”

Yoana laughed again, just as coldly.

“Is your brain giving up on you, or did you drink a little too much?”

“Should everyone believe you just because you said so? Should I listen to you just because you said you want to punish me?”

“You think St. Hope is your home?”

“You’re bragging a little too much about your family be