~~Amber~~
I was furious. Shaking with rage and disbelief.
The fact that I was living in a den ruled by a psychotic killer—Zeden—the same man who had used me, stripped me of everything, and now stood calmly over a mutilated corpse. The same man who had a daughter… a daughter who adored him.
“What do you think you’re doing here?” Zeden asked.
His voice was sharp, biting.
He took a step toward me, then another—crunching the corpse beneath his boot like it meant nothing. Like it wasn’t even human. My body tensed. My breath hitched. Every instinct screamed at me to run.
And then—
The tray behind me hit the floor.
Zameera’s small gasp pierced through the air. She was trembling. As sweet, bright, and loving as she was—she feared him too.
“I asked you a question.” His voice snapped like a
