Maya’s chest heaved. She bit back her rage, but her glare stayed fixed on Zarya.
Logan rose to his full height, shoulders squared, eyes blood-red with rage. Yet his voice cracked when he spoke. “Tell me what you want, Zarya. Whatever the f**k it is, say it. I’ll give it anything but this....no. Not my mother.” His words dripped with venom and desperation both.
Zarya wiped her mouth with a silk napkin, dragging out her silence just to savor the torment. Then she leaned forward, elbows on the table, her grin as sharp as the blade she had pressed against Logan’s throat minutes ago.
“What do I want?” Her laugh echoed through the hall, dark and cruel. “Not gold, not power… none of your pathetic offerings. I want only one thing, Alpha.” Her eyes cut to Maya, then back to Logan. “I want to be
