JEREMÍAS
I touch my lower lip, and pull my hand away to inspect the damage. A small drop of blood beads on my fingertip.
My expression hardens as I look up at Caleb. “You're angry?” I ask, my voice deceptively calm. “Why? Because of what I said? Did I say something wrong?”
Caleb doesn't answer. His breathing is ragged, his eyes wide with desperate possessiveness. He doesn't think. He just throws another punch at the same throbbing cheek.
The blow is harder than the first, a sharp pain to my teeth. But I don't wince. Pain is just pleasure for me.
I stumble back, my eyes still locked on his. “Someone else wants her, so f*****g leave her life,” I growl, going closer to his space.
“You don't even love her,” he spits, his jaw clenching. “Stop pretending like you care!”
He raises his f
