Talon’s POV
Oh… f*****g Goddess. I’m so angry right now. So really angry that I actually want to grab something—anything and rip it apart. I paced around my small room like a ragged dog that wanted to break free and attack his enemies… but the only difference is I’m not attacking my enemies—the only person I wanted to attack was Zevara Hart.
She said she loved me, she said I made her felt seen, treated her right like a trophy—she fought my father because of me, yet she was crying when he told her to leave. I could see the regret that flickered in her eyes as we walked out of the camp. I could see the pains in her as she tucked herself in bed.
She might love me, but she doesn’t totally hate him either. She might not really like the way he treated her, but she didn’t totally hate it eith
