EIRA’S POV
I’d been slapped before.
By enemies, rivals and people who hated me.
But never once in my life had I expected that Kellen would lay his hands on me, especially after the bond we felt last night.
Even minutes later, I could still feel the hot sting of his palm on my cheeks, as if the burning pain had been branded into my skin. My face throbbed, humiliation and anger drowning me.
The hallway was in a state of shock, as everyone stared at me like I deserved it, like they all expected it. Aria especially. My eyes traveled to her and I watched as Lucien held her. Her eyes were filled with forced tears, her fingers delicately pressed against her cheeks like she was the victim, like she hadn’t provoked every ounce of the explosion that had happened.
My jaw clenched as I replayed
