She stood in the doorway in that silken corset, laced in blood-red and black, the kind no real mother should wear—especially not for her barely-of-age stepdaughter. But Queen Isadora was never a real mother. She was a crowned predator. And Alina? Alina was just a needy little brat with her half-buttoned uniform, pleading to get into her dream college—the Royal Academy of Sciences—without earning it. She’d failed her entra...