Sylvie was moving toward Jax when a voice cut through.
Zharina.
Still on the ground. Still clutching between her legs. Still feeling every pulse of pain from that kick.
And absolutely furious.
"You're making the academy your enemy." Her voice was strained but mocking. "For what? Some cock-hungry slut who just happened to spread her legs at the right time? Or For that horny fucker who just saved you by mistake?"
She forced herself to sit up.
"Don't forget. Without us, you all would be doomed. Your precious kingdoms would be ashes right now."
Her eyes locked onto Sylvie.
"And speaking of him? I know him better than you do. He's not possessed. He's not being manipulated."
She laughed bitterly.
"It's just his amusement. Another girl to play with. Another toy he'll throw away once he gets bored."
Her smile turned cruel.
