ZION

“I fucking hate his stupid… beautiful fucking face!”

My fist dented the stone wall hard enough to scare off a few birds in the tree above. Sharp pain shot through my knuckles, but I welcomed it. Better than the memory of him growling about who she, I, belonged to like we were still trading women for livestock. Then doing all he could during training to make me look like a fool.

“Hey, macho!” Eza yelled without looking up. Her hands were buried elbow-deep in a ...