Amber.
I was hurt. I was pissed. But those words felt too small for what boiled inside me now. My anger had levels—deep, jagged layers—and every single one had a reason.
Zeden had hurt me. His mother had hurt me worse. And everything the other maids whispered about her was true. She was a monster who laughed while she fed on your pain, like it was nothing more than seasoning. She could slice you open with a smile, then act as though no blood had been spilled. She made cruelty look effortless. I hated her.
It seemed the Vercetti blood ran thick with different shades of the same poison. No lesser devil existed here. Every one of them was locked in some silent war to become the bigger monster, the higher devil.
And Zeden… his brand came wrapped in manipulation, lies, pride, and that suffo
