She stepped back on instinct, trying her best to put as much distance as possible between herself and the man before her.
Blackwood raised his hand, the small bundle of tea bags still dangling tauntingly from his fingers. His eyes never left her face all the while, not even for a second.
“And by the way," he started and paced shortly. "You have no right to insult me,” he said in a low but sharp voice. “If not for me, you wouldn’t even be standing here today.”
Stephanie scoffed bitterly, her arms now folded tightly across her chest as though they might shield her from his word. “You? You played no role in my life, not one.”
“I did,” Blackwood pressed, his tone rose slightly. “More than you’ll ever admit.”
Her lips curled into a cold smile, and her eyes narrowed at him. “Really? Was it
