Maria.
"Arrrrrrrrrghhhh!" The scream tore out of me the moment I stepped out of Davian's room and the door shut behind me.
I didn't care who heard.
I didn't care if it echoed down the corridor.
The frustration had been building for too long, his questions, his arrogance, the kiss, the command, and it exploded out of my chest before I could swallow it back down.
I was irritated.
No.
I was furious.
And beneath that fury was something worse, helplessness.
Of all the people in this pack to retrieve that shawl, it had to be me.
Me.
The rogue.
The easy target.
The one they could send on an errand that required clearance, distance, and risk, because if something went wrong, who would they blame?
"Do they plan on getting me killed?" I muttered under my breath as I stormed down the hallway.
