I stopped just in front of him, close enough to feel his heat.
“I’m not your prisoner, Zaliver,” I said quietly, but my voice was steady.
He didn’t respond. Not right away. And in that heavy silence, something inside me twisted torn between the mate bond pulling us together and everything he’d just done tearing us apart.
“Okay, look,” I started, arms crossed tight over my chest to keep myself from trembling. “I’m not gonna lie. Watching you kill that girl freaked me out but honestly, I kinda saw it coming.”
He tilted his head, studying me, but I rushed on before he could interrupt. “No offense or anything, but you’ve been alive for centuries as the Zephyros. Kinda hard to believe you haven’t killed someone before. And let’s not act like wolves don’t tear rogues apart the second they ge
