Third Person's POV
Sabrina froze, entirely taken aback. She couldn't believe her uncle would use such venomous words to describe her.
Fighting desperately to swallow the bitter lump in her throat, she corrected him in a small voice, "I'm getting mated."
"Choosing someone like him is no different from selling yourself."
Zander's freezing gaze swept over the glaring hickeys on the side of her neck. A mocking sneer tugged at the corner of his lips as his words dropped with cruel lightness. "Looking at how you're so willing to degrade yourself now, you're really no different from your selfish mother."
Sabrina thought she had already been hurt to the absolute limit—that she should be completely bulletproof by now.
But as long as she still had breath in her lungs, the pain still hurt just
