Her Mission

ZINA

Zina found she couldn't move from the bed as his words travelled to her like the caress of something that tasted bad.

"What?" She asked, feeling judged.

Daemon stopped at the foot of his bed, and something about the unnatural darkness of the room enshrouded the both of them as if drawing them together to become one.

"I am punishing you as I will punish everyone currently in the Great Hall, Theta. Do you still not know your crimes?"

Her crimes?

Zina knew them in fact… she just never thought that Daemon would actually point them out for what they were. She bowed down her head as an emotion akin to a mixture of defeat and shame filled her.