"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 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.
