ZINA
The sight of Alpha Axel, Alpha Breck, and Alpha Calden trembling like a shaking leaf made Zina understand that she had arrived at the execution party just in time.
Even she was curious as to how Daemon would choose to punish his older brothers whose shamelessness knew no bounds. But more than that, she was more curious about the Map Table.
Why was it there in the room? Was there to be another war?
To find the answer to her questions, Zina was forced to look at Daemon's face—an act she had been avoiding up until that moment.
When their eyes met, his had resumed his normal boredom and nonchalance and there was no sign of the passion they supposedly shared for two nights.
That was wrong, there was no sign of the passion that Zina alone had supposedly enjoyed… a passion that now tasted sour on her lips.