Chapter 137

Third Person's POV

"Even if she once knew how to fly," Vanya snapped, her chin lifted in stubborn defiance, "she's been out of service for years. Skills fade. She's nowhere near as sharp as Sivya. For her to nitpick like that—what else could it be but malice?"

Zarek's laugh was a cold blade, scraping against the air. "Malice?" His silver eyes cut into her, making Vanya's wolf flinch back though