Cat Fight

"Pfft! Tyler always comes to the aid of beautiful young women, doesn't he? He just likes the attention and the popularity. A womanizer who doesn't deserve the crown at all! That's what I think about him! Kill me if you must!"

Kat clenched her jaw angrily and rolled up her pupils. "Let me see what you really think…"

Britta felt a sudden invasion into her thoughts and unsteadily shifted in her position. "What are you doing to me? Are you reading my mind?"

The goddess opened her eyes with a look of pity. "Britta, the supposed heiress of the mighty but almost extinct Salvatore family. You were raised like a tutored pupil rather than a loving child."

"Stop it…"

"Your grandfather wanted a grandson, but he was stuck with you. He didn't know your ambitions—"

"Don't say it—"

"You wanted to be the next Seraphim King!" Kat declared without empathy. "Most importantly, you were a girl, and hence Butch Salvatore didn't pass on the mantle to you."