Ezra was referring to the fact that king Dacre had a private conversation with Zuri after he promised her to Khaos.
However, Zuri didn’t even remember that and it took some time to recall that even, which made Ezra became suspicious of her.
"No, why should I be in contact with the king?" Zuri frowned. She wanted to know where this conversation would go. From the corner of her eyes, she could see her mother was giving her a nasty look. Why did she give her a nasty look? It’s not like she was having a secret meeting with Ezra because they were having an affair. That’s ridiculous.
Ezra looked at her suspiciously. "If I have to be honest. I don’t trust you."
"You don’t need to, your trust means nothing to me." Zuri put an effort not to roll her eyes for his statement. This man was so different from his son. She disliked him.
’Kill him.’
’Kill him.’
’Kill him.’
’The world will not be any worse of having lost him.’
The voices in her head kept chanting the same thing. Very eager to see blood. It had been a while, since they didn’t see it. The warm feeling when the red color seeped to the ground. The beautiful sight of it...
’Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!’
’No one is here! No one will be able to stop you! You know that you can kill him with ease.’
Zuri’s claws retracted. She could feel her heart was beating with excitement with the thought of his blood on her hands. When his heart stopped beating and the fear in his eyes...
She hated those eyes that looked at her suspiciously.
’Gauge his eyes. Gauge his eyes and you don’t need to see them anymore.’
Zuri moved closer to Ezra. At this point, she didn’t hear what he was saying. She only saw his mouth was moving, but there was no voice that he produced that Zuri could hear.
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