Her gaze swept over Yona with brutal precision.
"And now he has fresh meat."
She smiled, beautifully and cruelly.
"Girls eighteen to twenty. Beautiful. Clean. Virgins."
Her eyes locked onto Yona's.
"Are you?"
The room went deathly still. Even the guards seemed to stop breathing.
Yona looked as though Daniella had not only mocked her but flayed her alive.
And in that silence, something changed in her face. The fury, the obsession, the humiliation twisted together into something unstable and broken.
And everyone in that room, Mateo, Nicolas, even Daniella, felt it.
This was no simple jealous woman.
This was twenty years of fixation breaking open.
Yona's chest rose and fell violently against the guards restraining her, every breath dragging through her like something wounded and furious. The two men holding her had tightened their grip after her last desperate lunge, but even pinned between them she looked as though she might tear herself apart before she ever submitted.
