Dravina’s POV
The room was suffocatingly still, but Zenovia hadn’t finished. Her voice tore through the silence like a jagged blade, heedless of the storm she was provoking.
I felt Malrik’s fury beneath my skin simmering, raw, caged like a predator on the verge of striking. Zenovia, blind to the danger, pressed on, her words thick with fury and trembling indignation.
“You did this to yourself,” she hissed, her voice shaking with rage and unshed tears. “By the time I’m done with the Easterners in the South, you’ll regret the way you’ve treated my people all because they refused to serve your whore.”
The venom in her tone stung, but far worse was the danger it awakened. Malrik’s entire frame vibrated with restrained violence, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked carved from stone. Her i
