Cassie.

Handing over my plate of food and drink to Sansa, I slowly turned to face Zia. Her long hair flowed in waves over her shoulders. Her piercing eyes stared back at me with a smug expression on her face, the only thing I could think about was what it would look like beaten in.

Perhaps that was a slightly aggressive thought for me to have, but she had pushed my last fucking button like no one would believe.

“What is your problem?” I asked her, trying to ...