Valtira.
I looked up at him, breathless, my body still trembling from desire and confusion. “Zarek… what… what’s happening?” My voice was small, almost drowned out by his fury, but I had to speak. I had to understand.
Everybody had gathered around me from the council members, the warriors, and even the servants. The entire area was filled with whispers and shock.
My heart pounded against my ribs as I looked up from the cold floor. And there, standing with the crowd, was Lyssandra, a small, satisfied smile curving her lips.
I tried to stand, my hands trembling, wanting—needing—to understand why Zarek had thrown me like that. “Zarek…” I started, my voice shaking.
“Look at yourself!” he roared, fury vibrating through his voice. “You’re almost naked!”
My breath caught in my throat. I loo
