Zeden.
“I’m sure you must have had plenty of reasons to agree to help Zameera,” I rasped the words low against her ear, fingers sliding into the messy knot of her bun and yanking it loose.
Strands spilled over her shoulders like dark gold, brushing my wrist as I pulled her head back just enough to force her eyes up to mine.
She stared up at me, body trembling under my grip.
Those tears streaming down her cheeks were supposed to stir something—pity, maybe, or at least more fury—but I wanted to feel the rage.
I should have.
Instead, she just kept nodding to every shift in my expression, every low groan that slipped out of me, every flash of anger that crossed my face.
Her snotty nose had smeared across her lips and chin, making her look wrecked and small and somehow even more des
