She could still hear his voice saying mate and hatchlings like the words themselves made him stronger.
Her hate for Isabella deepened whenever she thought of that.
Because why?
Why did Isabella get that kind of devotion? Why did all of them look at her the way they did? Why did Kian never once look at her with even half the same focus he gave Isabella without meaning to?
The answer did not matter anymore.
Not tonight.
Tonight, Zara had something else to do.
She had been waiting for the deep part of night, the hour when even the palace felt heavier and slower and when people trusted their guards enough to stop listening with their hearts. Once she was sure enough time had passed, she rose from her seat and moved toward the narrow opening high in the wall.
