He basically looked through her as he spoke and told King Jared to do whatever he wanted.
Like she wasn't even there.
Like her words, her feelings, her presence didn't matter at all.
The more she thought about it, the more pissed she was. Her teeth clenched, and heat began to rise from her chest all the way to her cheeks. Her nails pressed hard into her palms as she balled her fists together, arms trembling by her sides. Her eyes, wide at first in disbelief, quickly clouded in anger. A slow, boiling rage that settled deep in her gut.
She had never felt so humiliated.
Xeera, her maid who stood beside her, didn't care to utter a single word. She remained perfectly still by the door, hands folded tightly in front of her. Not even a glance in Harriet's direction. She had been there. So had the other maids. They had all seen the moment Zyren dismissed her as though she were less than a stray dog beneath his feet.
