Someone covered my mouth and dragged me away from there, pulled me to my room, and closed the door behind him.
I turned and saw Carmine glaring at me as if I were some kind of monster.
“What the hell are you doing there, peeping into someone else’s room? Are you nuts?”
Carmine hardly gets angry when he is with me; he adores me. What happened now?
“I… I didn’t know. The door was open and…”
He hustled me, and I fell to the ground.
“Shut your filthy mouth, Oceana. I don’t want to see you close to Gérard again; you have no right to invade his privacy.”
“But I didn’t intentionally go meet him,” I defended myself.
“I don’t give a f**k. The next time I see you do that sort of thing again, I will deal with you. You useless thing that can’t control her powers, fool.” He walked out on me and
