Rose's chest rose and fell sharply as she took a deep breath, her mind flickering to the celestial glyphs hidden snugly in her boots.
Oh, how tempting it was to use them on this spoiled demoness, wipe that smug look right off her face, and leave her groveling.
But then again, Veronica's words echoed in her head like an insidious warning. She didn't know the full extent of who wanted to see her fail in this hellhole. One wrong move, and she might find herself tossed into a cell—or worse.
Her eyes darted back to Veronica, who was preening like the self-proclaimed queen of the courtyard. Sure, she seemed spoiled beyond measure, the type who probably never broke a nail in her life.
But Rose couldn't forget that Veronica was older. By a few ten thousand years, no less. She couldn't possibly know the full extent of Veronica's strength, but damn, she wouldn't mind finding out if push came to shove. For now, she decided to let it slide. For now.