Alicia’s POV
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t scream, couldn’t cry, couldn’t even flinch as she leaned in closer to Leo, my body not mine, my voice twisted into something thick with honey and venom.
The Queen smiled through my lips. I watched it happen from some distant corner of myself, like I was sealed behind glass. And on the other side of it, I was performing a play I never agreed to be a part of.
She tossed my hair over one shoulder and purred something flirty. Her laugh was so seductive and filled with honey. I felt the way she tilted my hips, rolled my shoulders, let my fingers trail across the edge of the wine glass like I was drawing maps across it.
Every motion was calculated. Seductive. Dangerous.
Not me.
Not the real me.
And yet, here I was. Inside the performance. Strapped in and powerless.
But the worst part?
They knew.