Sandra's POV.
I couldn't stop the hiss that escaped my lips as Mylo's accusations hung in the air between us.
“What's your problem, Mylo? What do you really want?”
Anger surged within me, hot and fierce, as I stared at him, willing myself to maintain the façade of innocence despite the fear that gnawed at my insides.
“What's your deal?”
"Why are you doing this, Mylo?" I demanded, my voice laced with false indignation. "Can't you just leave me be? I said I don't have a hand in this."
Mylo merely smiled, it was like he knew I was lying, his eyes gleaming with a knowing light as he rose from his seat on my bed and approached me.
I fought to keep my composure, swallowing hard while I steeled my shoulder.
Mylo knew what he was doing. He stood beside me and then bent over to where my ea
