FREYA
“I will no longer stand and watch you insult my mother in front of me.” I warn Jayden. “And this is the very last time you will do it.”
We are both still very shocked by what I did and my hand is reeling. Both from the pain of contact with Jayden’s stiff jaw and the audacity I just exhibited. In all my years, I cannot recall ever intentionally laying hands on someone like that. Even though I am satisfied to have achieved the goal —which is hush my future stepbrother — I cannot help but feel a bit bad for losing my temper like that.
Jayden’s palm is against his cheek, the spot where I slapped and his mouth hangs open in confusion. The slap threw him off his balance and he staggered a few inches backward. He regards me with a fiery gaze but something in him must warn him from retali
