The words were daggers. And she bled with each breath. White hot fury seared her brain. How she remained grounded and in control, she’d never know.
Antonio laughed even though she had not given him the reaction he would have wanted. “You must not have cared much for her.”
“I care, which is something someone like you will never understand.”
She got to her feet, slowly and carefully. She wasn’t going to let him do anything else to her, with his words or otherwise, not without a fight. Gone was the frightened child on the playground. There was no innocence left in her to destroy. For once she was pure strength.
Antonio’s black eyes filled with wicked glee. “You aren’t frightened, are you.” It was a statement, not a question.
“What’s there to be scared of? An assassin who couldn’t even ki
