CHAPTER 11.
SALVATORE POV
The prisoner escaped. Three words. That was all it took for the entire fortress to feel poisoned.
I slid the magazine into the gun with a sharp click while Lena stood near the windows watching me carefully. Rain hammered against the glass behind her, silver lightning flashing across the dark ocean below the cliffs.
She looked afraid. But not of the gun, Of me. That should've satisfied something inside me. Instead, it irritated me.
"Stay in your room tonight," I ordered.
Her chin lifted immediately. "You don't get to command me every second."
My jaw tightened. Even now. Even with danger crawling through my house like a disease, she still challenged me.
Most people folded under pressure. Lena pushed harder.
"You think this is a game?" I asked quietly.
"No,
