_Zarelle’s POV_
Calden‘s face changed and he opened his mouth, “I never asked them to—”
“Of course you didn’t. You didn’t give the order. You didn’t know. You weren’t responsible.” I sneered at him. “You were never home, remember?”
“He wants to absolve himself of guilt,” Mirelle said coldly in my head. “Typical.”
“I’d like to see him try.” I replied, schooling the anger building up to a corner.
I watched as Calden opened his mouth again but found there was nothing he could say.
I was right, and he knew it.
While we were married, he only ever contacted me when Thessaly needed another blood donation. He and I were, for all intents and purposes, strangers bound by a contract.
I had claimed to love him back then; he had seen it as a lame excuse to get more money out o
