Maya’s POV
I crossed one leg over the other, my red pencil heels effortlessly hanging off my foot while my elbow lay comfortably on the arm of the gigantic, carved velvet chair.
I was playing with the ginormous ruby ring gifted by my dear mate one second and flinging my dagger across the conference room the next.
Quinn’s personal maid went crashing down, the blade stuck deep in her heart. This was revenge served cold. I blew over my long n*de-coloured nails after wiping the blood off them with Zane’s handkerchief.
“Beth!” Quinn screamed in horror and rushed to the evil woman’s side. Hannah’s poisoning incident and Sebastian’s words were still fresh in my mind. I was not going to repeat my mistakes. “How dare you murder a pack member, Maya!” Quinn screamed.
Oh, now I was regarded as a
