Chapter 194: Hate everything about you
Casaio uncuffed Zilia, the metallic click echoing in the quiet room. She stared at him blankly, her wrists slightly sore from the restraints.
"Follow me," he said curtly, already turning toward the cell’s gate.
Zilia narrowed her eyes. "Where are you taking me?"
He paused, glancing at her over his shoulder. Then, in his cold voice, Casaio inquired, "Don’t you want to see your brother?"
"Idris is in the capital!?" Zilia’s eyes lit up with sudden hope as she quickly followed Casaio out of the prison corridor.
"Unlike you, we keep our promises," Casaio said with a mocking edge to his tone.
Zilia’s steps faltered slightly, his words stinging more than she expected. A flicker of shame crossed her face, but she pushed it aside. "Why hasn’t the Alpha King punished me yet?" she asked, glancing at him. "I haven’t heard anything about my sentence. Will it be decided after I see Idris one last time?"
Casaio didn’t slow his pace. "No," he replied. "There won’t be a punishment. Because from now on, I’ll be using you."
"Using me? How?" Zilia asked, her brows knitting tightly in confusion.
Casaio abruptly stopped walking and turned to face her. Without a word, his hand shot out and gripped her throat with bruising force, pressing his fingers against her windpipe.
Zilia gasped, her eyes widening in shock. Her hands flew to his wrist, trying to pry him off, but his grip was unrelenting. The pressure on her throat stole the air from her lungs, and her face began to flush red from the lack of oxygen.