Zara
"Anything to get to you... Princess." He grabbed my hair again, making my heart pound. With people as insane as Marcus and his mother, you never know what's in store for them next.
"Now it's time to send Alpha some kind of reward for being so wonderful to us," he leaned over and whispered in my ear, his lips almost touching the edge of my outer ear. "Don't you think so?"
Disgust spread across my skin, and I tried to break free from his closeness and heat.
"Cut her hair and send it to them. I always hated her mother's red locks, which Doran loved so much that he made me wear a red wig. I couldn't cut her mother's hair, but we can certainly do that."
His mother giggled from her seat, sending a wave of rage through me. No, not the hair. It had taken years to grow that long.
But I wasn't going to beg them; they would have loved my display of emotion and suffering. And resisting was futile, because those ropes were so tight.
"Excellent idea, Mom."
