#Chapter 31: The Case of the Dethroned Queen

Claudia’s eyes sweep over the scene in front of her, and she sighs. Her emerald green eyes stare at me as if I am the scum on the bottom of her shoe. “Sirius dear, if I knew we were bringing our whores, Julius would have come.” I bristle at her tone, but before I can respond, Sirius stands, his expression hardening as he leans back in the dining chair observing Claudia’s dramatics. “Claudia, must you always make such an entrance?” His voice is cold, a stark contrast to the warmth he showed just moments ago. “Claudia, you’re late.” Sirius's voice is cold, a stark contrast to the warmth he showed just moments ago. I see Claudia roll her eyes from the corner of her eye, and I freeze at how gorgeous she still is. Claudia’s hair is swooped to one side, in large dramatic curls, dark mascara that emphasizes the spell of her eyes and her red lips make her more alluring than she was on that billboard. “Fashionably late, darling,” she replies with a dismissive wave of her hand. “You know