Odessa Wolfe. I hated it. Loathed it with every fiber of my being. Maybe he could sense that. Maybe this was his game, to strip me of everything that was me. Well, I wasn’t playing. They couldn’t strip me of anything if I did it myself. “Here.” I thrust my crown into his hands. “This should feed an entire family for years.” Zavier studied the gold and amber jewels, his forehead furrowing. I didn’t wait for his reply. I crossed the stern and hoped the pitiful splash I heard behind me wasn’t my crown being tossed into the ocean.
