“I hate you,” I sneered, swiping my blades left, then right. Hoping to draw blood. “You said this was for my freedom, but you don’t give a damn about my life. I’m just a pawn in your sick, twisted game. You used me to manipulate my father. And yours.” His eyes flashed silver, his own rage bubbling to the surface. Good. Maybe now he’d actually fight. “You are not a pawn, Odessa. Not to me. You are the Sparrow. You are my wife. You are the future queen of Turah.”
