The madness in his eyes sent a wave of dread through her. His face, twisted with bitterness and fury, was almost unrecognizable. He was consumed by anger, blinded by vengeance. Reason had long left him.
Zara twisted her wrists desperately against the ropes, but they wouldn't budge. "Jaxon, you are making a huge mistake. You are blaming me for your own downfall. I never told you to gamble. I never told you to take loans from criminals. And even then, I still helped you. Again and again. Have you forgotten that?"
"Shut up," Jaxon exploded, his voice echoing off the walls as his rage erupted. His eyes burned. "Don't twist this around. So what if you gave us money? You are married into the Grant family—your husband is swimming in wealth. Of course, you should help us. The Moore family raised you, fed you. Isn't that the least you can do? It's your duty."
Zara froze, the words hitting her like a punch to the chest. Her heart ached.