Being tied to a chair, at anyone's mercy, while Emma Scott's smug smile looks down on me is a humiliation I never thought I'd go through even in my worst nightmares.
I groan when she grabs my hair, her long claws scratching my skull as she forces me to look up at her. "Oof," she sniggers. "That's a nasty hit to the nose, Kay. Who got you so good? I'll send them a thank you basket."
I think hard to stay calm. I think of all the times I told my soldiers to act pragmatically rather than with pride.
And I fail.
I spit blood in her face, hitting the corner of her mouth.
"Stupid bitch," she hisses, wiping herself with the sleeve of her leather jacket.
I try not to flinch when she pulls her fist back, ready to bring more pain to my already battered body.
"Emma." Nate stops her right before her blow. Her angry eyes stay on me when he continues. "Be kind and don't damage her."
Emma's eyes narrow on me, quietly promising this isn't over.
