Brigid ground her teeth, muttering, "Filthy animals… I hate them."One of them was her grandmother — someone she'd once respected, even feared — but that respect was rotting fast, replaced by disgust. And the other was Cassian, the man she'd hated from the start… not just because of his arrogance, but because she was bound to him as his slave.
Her anger wasn't just about them ignoring her. It was about where they were doing it — desecrating a holy place without a shred of shame. She knew Cassian wouldn't stop, not even if she threatened him; he understood too well that her collar left her powerless. But what truly shocked her, what made her stomach twist, was seeing her grandmother — the righteous, untouchable Cardinal — sinking just as low beside him, or under him she don't know.
