Ember’s POV
For a heartbeat, I thought that Fred would hit me in return.
He was glaring so hard, eyes bulging and then, slowly, he lowered his palm, pulling it off his cheeks that had a palm imprint, evidence of how much force I had put into my swing.
I didn’t spare any of my strength and even my palm stung after that hit.
Just when I was sure that he would retaliate, his lips curled into a slow venomous smile, “You’ll regret doing that.”
“I don’t care,” I spat out, pretending I couldn’t feel a chill creeping up my spine.
I refused to let my shoulders sag and held my chin high, up until the moment Fred sauntered off.
His figure disappeared into the distance, and only then did I let out the breath I had been holding.
Clutching my bag tighter to my arms, I switched paths, choosing to
