He gazed down at me fondly, wiping away a tear with his thumb. “These rooms are yours now. Was Zion able to answer your questions?” That chased away the lingering sorrow and panic, quickly warping them both into anger. “No,” I said, letting my frustration seep into my voice. “He was as helpful as the fireguards who watched those girls drown in the bathing halls.” Zariah let go of me, flinching backwards as if I’d struck him. I didn’t feel a twinge of remorse. He’d stood there just like the rest of them. “Mari, please understand. My mother is the queen and runs every aspect of the kingdom. She
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Ya fucking roast him
