"Be careful. If you want someone hit, let me know. I will break every bone in his body for you."
"No," I huffed, leaning into Damar's chest but keeping my eyes on the tigers. "You'll just end up killing them, and I don't want their pathetic blood staining my floors."
I turned back to the group, my hand tight on my belly, my face burning with a cold, righteous fury.
"You lot have some nerve," I spat. "You open your traps and talk to me about family? Screw family! You didn't treat me like family when I was an uncouth female. You didn't test me like family when I begged and cried for you. You treated me like trash. Like a criminal… A sinner." I hissed with bitter spite. "And now that I've built a Utopia, you want to use me because you're still wallowing in the mud you created?"
I looked at the pregnant females, including Veyra, who was staring at me with a mixture of terror and pure, undiluted hate.
