Chapter 17

—Get on your knees.

He didn't even bother to shout; that low, harsh order hit me right in the heart, traveling up my spine before my brain could process it.

Zyran stood above me, his gaze unreadable, devouring me with his eyes.

The carpet scraped my bare knees, leaving them raw; the fibers ravaged my already aching skin. The heat emanating from his body hit my face as I stared at the reflection of his immaculate shoes. A bead of sweat trickled down my temple. The air around him was