Chapter 21

Zachary's palm struck Queenie's face again with such force that her entire head snapped to one side. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her to look up at him, and hoarsely said, "I did nothing wrong! If you hadn't seduced me, how could I have treated Yasmine that way?" Queenie's tears streamed down from the pain, her scalp feeling like it might be torn off. She struggled briefly and realized she couldn't break free. She then dropped all pretense and threw her head back in laughter. "Zachary, are you still lying to yourself? I seduced you?" Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes grew increasingly vicious. "You were the pathetic one, willingly letting me play you like a fool!" Zachary's grip tightened, his knuckles turning white. "Say that again." "I said—" Queenie spoke each word deliberately, her smile somewhat twisted. "You. Are. Just. My. Puppet! "Do you know why I pursued you in high school?" She suddenly lowered her voice. "Because you were the Smith