*Lila’s POV*

The ever-elusive Zara Bolstrode, the woman I had only heard about through word of mouth, was standing before me. The power difference was staggering, not just because I was tied to a chair, but because she stood like I was nothing to her, something inconsequential.

She was the one holding all the cards, all the power, and she knew it. It’d be arrogance if it wasn’t painfully true.

Right now, the situation was bad. But not as bad as it ...