Amber.
“Interesting,” was all she said, her voice smooth as silk but edged with something colder, before she turned fully back to her son.
“I think she is my concern now. Isn’t she the new girl? Misha mentioned someone fitting that exact description. Blonde, mouthy, always hovering too close. And look—she matches perfectly.”
She stepped toward Zeden again, slow and deliberate, like a predator circling prey that had forgotten how to run.
“Is she your new toy?” she asked, tilting her head as though genuinely curious. “Considering how… active your s****l appetite has always been, I suppose you’d take just about anyone these days. But this one feels different. Special, even. You’ve never bothered interfering when I’ve questioned your little playthings before.”
Her hand rose, fingers curl
