Dravina POV

Dashira ripped her hand from mine, fury flashing across her face like lightning just beneath the surface. One thing was certain she wouldn’t try that again.

She didn’t handle what she perceived as disrespect with grace. In that warped mind of hers, my resistance had likely felt like public humiliation. But I wasn’t here to be anyone’s victim. Not anymore. Not her, not anyone else. I had survived too much to fold now.

I met her glare head-on, letting the steel in my eyes ...