“That’s a gift… for my beloved.” Zach’s voice was flat like a blade.
Diva’s shoulders twitched. Of all the f****d-up things in the world, Zach had gone and cut a hand off a man who’d grabbed her chin like a prize. That had an ugly poetry to it.
His actions made her chest ache in a way that wasn’t the wolf or the witch ... Something like gratitude.
She wanted to be free badly enough her stomach hurt. Prison walls felt like a mouth closing. She had been a caged princess of a pack before ... paraded, humiliated, auctioned ... but this was different.
This prison silver chains bit into her wrists and burned like the brand of gods. She could imagine herself crawling out, filthy, laughing, tearing the whole mansion down. She could imagine her wolf running free on some dark moonlit plain.
