You’ve Ten Days

ZINA

Daemon stood, and surprisingly, he stretched out a hand to aid her. Zina eyed the hand suspiciously and refused to take it.

Instead, she supported herself upright, reeling from the very stupid words she spewed. She knew that Daemon was not the kind of man who believed in prophecies and whatnot, so she was aware that he was hardly fazed by her threats. 

But why had she gone ahead to spew those words? And why was Daemon acting like everything was fine? Hot and cold... Zina couldn't deal with that.

Was the storm finally over? Or was it just beginning? Zina was beyond exhausted, and she was only realising that she was equally as hungry. 

Would she ever deal completely with what happened six years ago? Would her sins disappear by a fake show of strength on her own side? Or by a temporary alliance with him?