Zara’s POV
As Laszlo’s gun clatters to the ground, sliding off out of sight, my fists rain down on the man in front of me. He parries, finally blocking me, the surprise of my ferocious attack wearing off as he slams his fist into my already injured side.
I grunt, staggering back a few steps as he follows me, smirking widely.
Is that all you’ve got, my daughter?’ he mocks me, ‘it almost feels like your heart isn’t in it.’
I growl, balling my fists tighter, ‘if my heart was involved, that would insinuate that I care, but I don’t. Not about you, not about them, I just really want to cause you all pain, but as my parents are dead, you will just have to compensate for everyone.’
I tackle him again, kicking out at the older man, who blocks the attempt, grabbing my ankle and turning it, tryi
