Chapter 125

Zevara’s POV

“Bitch!” Ashen’s voice sliced through the air—cold and hateful.

Class has ended for the day, and I’m walking towards Talon’s lecture hall to meet him so we can go home together.

I sighed before masking my expression into that cold glare. My nose flared in disgust as my eyes swept over him.

“Yes?” I replied, not intimidated one bit by the cold glare on his face or his fangs that were forcing their way out of his mouth.

“How can I help you?” I threw my hair back, arms folded across my chest, and took a step forward.

“How dare you, whore?” he cursed, his voice loud enough that heads snapped toward us. “How dare you tell Lyra that I want you as my mistress?”

I scoffed bitterly. “But I was not lying, was I? You told me not once, not twice, but countless times that you want me as your mistress after you’ve married her. There was even a time you told me that you would break up with her and marry me, don’t you?”

He glared,