Zara’s POV
I glare at the man in front of me with open loathing, wishing I could kill him just with a look as he smiles back at me. The man that called himself my mentor, said he was doing everything for my own good, as he broke down my mind and body just so he could build me back up into what he wanted me to be.
‘Not long enough you piece of s.hit’ I growl angrily, ‘and my name is not Natalia’ I add, ‘that name is dead, just like the little girl that it belonged to. The little girl you k.illed with your sadistic f.ucking trials and mind games’
Laszlo sighs heavily, dropping his arms to his sides as he studies me, ‘yes, yes’ he murmurs, ‘I did hear that you go by Zara now . . Zara Diaz isn’t it? . . . Interesting choice, though from what I understand you’ve been through most of the Alph
