As everyone finally began to calm down, Cassian took his chance to speak—blunt and unapologetic.
“Well, now that this is clarified… this is to ensure you don’t deceive us again, and that we don’t act just as stupid.”
Just as stupid.
So apparently I was the deceiver and they were the victims of their own stupidity?
The sting of it hit harder than I expected. I had just asked—begged—for them to respect my fear. And still, somehow, I was the one being treated like the problem.
Was this why the previous Mishka had become such a stuck-up b***h? Because this world keeps pushing and pushing until softness becomes a weapon used against you?
Heat burned behind my eyes, frustration boiling up in my throat.
I stood from the table, my gaze locked on the tape recorder as anger, fear, and humilia
