Caden didn’t flinch at my hatred. My scathing words hung in the air between us, but his expression remained emotionless.
His thumb brushed over my jaw, a ghost of a movement that felt like a mockery of the way he used to touch me when we were alone.
"Hate is a luxury you can’t afford right now, Rhea," he said.
He stood up abruptly, looking away from me as if I were a problem he had already solved. He turned his gaze back to Vane.
Vane looked me up and down, a nasty smirk on his face. He looked at one of the massive warriors standing nearby.
"Check her," Vane ordered. "Her father is a coward who is a dirty killer, who knows what his daughter is capable of? I don't want a knife in my throat tonight."
The warrior stepped forward, his eyes hungry as he reached for the collar of my shir
