Syria’s POV
I smiled slowly instead of getting angry.
This was something I had expected all along. Honestly, I wanted this to happen. I had been pushing him, testing him, hoping he'd finally break.
I stood straight after getting knocked down, holding my chin high. My hands were steady, even though my heart was pounding in my chest.
I looked him directly in the eyes. Then I gave him a small smile, soft and apologetic, just enough to mask what I was really thinking. I didn’t want him to suspect how much control I still had.
I was done being the obedient Syria. I was done playing the role of the quiet, submissive girl who always followed orders without question.
“Why did you reject Draven?!” he demanded. His tone was sharp, his eyes burning with frustration. “Do you even understand the
