Bellatrix remained standing next to the desk, as though sitting in Tiberon's chair would mean accepting it.
"Let me be very clear," she clipped. "Reporting to me means nothing. You will continue training. You will not come to me with questions, problems, or anything that requires me to pretend I care about your wellbeing."
True to her brand, she gave a pointed look at Serena on the wellbeing part of that statement.
"I am not your mentor or your friend. I am a woman who has been given a task she did not want and does not intend to do well."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Elara and Serena answered.
She flicked her hand towards the door, not looking at either of them. The dismissal was identical to how Serena had seen her treat her omega servants.
"Well?" she snapped. "Why are you still standing in my study? Do you need a written invitation to leave? Shall I have it calligraphed?"
Neither answered. They didn't need to be told twice.
