Ramon's POV
I alighted from the car as we arrived home and stomped into the mansion.
Never have I been so humiliated, so disarmed to my teeth, so unprepared. Something warned me not to go, but I obstinately refused to heed my intuitions. What more? Lilith is obsessed with that fucker, so she whines day and night to be granted access to the party.
"You're the cause of all of this," I yell once we are behind closed doors. Adrenaline pumped in my veins as I clenched my fist hard and long. I wanted to slam her against the wall or into the center table, disfigure her face, and let her live with the scar for eternity, but I controlled my rage.
It was better to save this fist for that wench, Emily, though I knew it would be almost impossible to touch her at this point. Everything has changed.
