The click of the line going dead echoed louder than her sobs. I leaned back against the table, arms crossed, watching her struggle against the ropes like a trapped animal. Her chest heaved, tears streaking down her cheeks, and still—she had fire in her eyes.
That fire made me hate her more.
“You don’t get it, do you?” I asked, crouching down so we were eye-level. “You think this is about you. About me wanting to hurt you. But you’re just the weapon, sweetheart. The crack in his armor.”
Her breath hitched, but she glared at me anyway. Brave little thing. “Damian will kill you.”
I chuckled low, shaking my head. “No, he won’t. He can’t. Because deep down, he knows I’m right. He’s not thinking straight anymore. You’ve poisoned him. Made him soft.”
I reached out and grabbed her chin, forci
