Sarah Z. Creates

“I am tired of being used!” she cried, almost stamping her foot in frustration. Tristian just looked at her, his expression faintly disdainful.

“Then learn to use your power, girl,” his voice was cold. “The strong prey upon the weak, the powerless. That is the way of the world. If you don’t want to be used, then you’d best show them that you won’t be.”