"How could she?!" Lucifer roared, pacing furiously.
"Maybe because she's Calista reborn? I mean… look at her. Don't you think it's her?"
"I'm not stupid, General. If she were Calista, I'd know. Calista was an angel—her power, her aura, it couldn't stay hidden this long. That girl isn't her. Just a resemblance, nothing more."
"And you're not going to punish her for wearing your lover's clothes?" Queen Selena burst through the doors, her voice echoing through the throne room as a trail of maids scurried behind her.
Lucifer didn't move from his seat. His eyes were cold. "Careful, Selena."
"My Lord!" she pushed on, ignoring the warning. "As your first wife, I demand justice. That girl wore Calista's dress—her dress! She's mocking you. Mocking all of us!"
Lucifer rose slowly, his voice calm but sharp. "As the king, I demand you shut up."
Gasps echoed. Even the maids froze.
His finger pointed to the door like a sword. "Leave. Now."
