Irene's POV
I've made many mistakes in my life, but this might be the worst.
I stand here, forced to watch as Yin—proud, untouchable Yin kneels before Zimion. My husband, who bows to no one, lowers himself to kiss the boots of this wolf bastard.
This is my fault. All of it. If I hadn't been so stupid, so desperate to make him angry enough to divorce me, if I hadn't listened to Valda's poisonous suggestions...
Yin's face is completely blank as he presses his lips to Zimion's boot. No expression, no emotion. But I know him well enough now to see the rage simmering beneath that carefully constructed mask.
He's doing this for me. But why? He could have easily walked out and let the wolves do with me as they pleased yet he was allowing them humiliate him.
Zimion laughs—a sound that makes my skin crawl. "There. That wasn't so hard, was it? Now for part two."
