CHAPTER 33

ZYLIAH’S POV

His grandmother looked at him in disapproval. She'd lashed out at him before I could. And to be honest, I knew I wanted to lash out, but it didn’t feel polite to spew the words crowding my head at him—not in front of these people, especially his family.

They liked me. Respected me, even. I didn't want to embarrass myself. So I swallowed.

I swallowed back my anger and words, struggling to keep my eyes clear of tears. No, they weren't tears of sympathy. They ...