CASSIE’S POV
His hand tightened on my neck, enough to hurt. He always knew exactly how much pain to use.
It hurt me deeply. I could barely breathe. I couldn’t even feel the breath in my lungs. Still, I kept my expression neutral. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
“You forget yourself quickly,” he hissed. “A few nights in a rich palace and now you think you matter?”
My hands gripped his wrist, but I refused to beg. He didn’t budge. He kept on mocking me.
“You are bonded to me,” he said. “You belong to me.”
Amara snarled so hard my vision flashed.
I met his eyes. “I belong to no one.”
His grip tightened for one dangerous second, then he shoved me backward.
I stumbled hard.
My heel caught the stone path, but I managed to steady myself before falling. My pride hurt
