Chapter 354

• Only pain and hate burned in Zayla Steele’s dark eyes—the kind of hatred etched into bone, scorching at the bottom of her gaze.
• She yanked off her coat, tore open her shirt, and laid her skin bare for Joaquin Latham to see.
• “Do you see these scars?” She pointed to the crescent-shaped mark on her collarbone. “Your enemy wanted to watch you regret it, so he did everything to me—whipping, burning, electric shocks… He took a blade, drilled right through my collarbone, and hung me from a wooden board.”