Safety

Zyra's POV

I stood there in disbelief at my own actions, staring blankly at the man before me. I had just punched Cade, my ex-mate, straight in the face. Instead of quickly fleeing the scene, I found myself frozen in place. This was Cade, after all.

He wiped his lips and slowly lifted his head, his eyes locking onto mine with a seething glare. I blinked rapidly, feeling a mix of fear and defiance. "You hit me?" he sneered, his voice filled with incredulity as he rose from the bed and began to approach me. "And I will hit you again if you dare take one step closer," I warned, my voice firm, though my heart raced with uncertainty.

But he simply laughed, a cruel sound that echoed in the room. "I know you, Zyra," he taunted. "You're a poor thing. Weak. Powerless."

I couldn't let him finish his statement. Without hesitation, I grabbed the nearest vase and hurled it at his head, its impact sending him crashing to the ground. "Say that again," I seethed, my anger boiling over, "and I'll make