Zara’s POV
My breathing catches with the pain as the nails rip through my skin, my eyes widening in shock as I stare at him, hand pressed to the wounds that are dripping blood.
‘Fight me’ he shouts harshly, ‘fight you coward!’
When I don’t react immediately, he swings for me again, this time for the head, making me duck out of the way.
Tomas sneers, ‘you are so weak’ he mutters, the warmth I always used to see in his eyes now gone. ‘I thought you were the best Natalia, but it looks like you were just lucky.’ Another swipe, this time with the glass, ‘no wonder your parents didn’t want you . . They must have been beyond disgusted with you, how much do you think they got for you anyway? I’m embarrassed for you, what a waste of money for our Mentor, he must be so disappointed . . .’
His
