Blake's point of view ~~~
“Get out.”
My eyes stayed fixed on her, waiting for her to move, to storm off like she always did when she didn’t get her way.
But she didn’t.
She just stood there, rooted to the spot, her emerald eyes blazing with a hurt so raw it almost looked alive, twisted with an anger that seemed to simmer just beneath her skin.
Her arms dropped to her sides and her fists clenched so tight that her knuckles turned white.
Her chest heaved with every breath. She didn’t budge an inch, didn’t even blink, just stared at me like I’d slapped her—which, in a way, my words might as well have been.
Her perfectly painted lips parted, trembling at the edges, and for a moment, I thought she might cry again.
But no tears came. Just a storm of rage that darkened her face, tur
