“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 ...