Chapter 84

HAZEL

“What have I ever done to you?”

He grabbed my hand and cut into my skin, drawing my blood and letting it drop into the mix.

“You haven’t done anything, Hazel.”

“Then why are you doing this? Is it him—is it Darian you hate?”

Zade looked at me like the accusations I made were childish but there had to be something to it. Nobody did evil things for the heck of it.

“No,” he answered simply.

“Then why the fuck are you doing this?!”

Zade slowly stood and pushed the chair back. A yelp pierced the air when he grabbed my ankles and shifted me on the couch so my head fell against the armrest. He leaned over me and put his hand on my shoulder, gently pressing me down onto the couch.

“Because I don’t make the rules,” he said coldly and grabbed my face in a rough grip so my jaw widened. Zade poured the mixture down my throat and covered my mouth with his hand so I couldn’t spit it out.

The taste was repulsive and the herbs tickled