his voice traveled to her with a darkness that swept a shudder over her body. “Which of them hurt you?” She dared a glance back. Maverick’s expression was hard to decipher. There was a coldness that was always present, but now it seemed woven with a chilling wrath. He meant which of the masters had inflicted her punishments. Why he cared to ask she couldn’t be sure. Zaiana raised her chin, casting her eyes to the exit as her feet pressed for it. She didn’t look at him again as she muttered coldly, “All of them.”
