Julian’s lip curls into a snarl. “Find Sara Skonos,” he snaps, his jaw tightening as he waits for Maven to move. I’ve never seen Maven this angry, not even with Cal. But then, it’s not anger spilling out from Maven or Julian—it’s hate. They absolutely despise each other. “Do it, my prince.” The title sounds like a curse coming from Julian’s lips. Maven finally concedes and slips out the door. “What’s that all about?” I whisper, gesturing between Julian and the door. “Not now,” he says, and tosses me a white cloth to clean myself with. It stains a dark red as my blood ruins the fabric.
