Roxxane's POV
This whole challenge was going to lead to a fight. I knew it the moment Karl walked up to me.
My whole body recognized the threat before my mind even caught up , that twitch in my fingers, that burn behind my ribs. I’ve lived too long surrounded by people who want to see me break. Every time a man like Karl opens his mouth, something in me prepares for war.
Karl smirks, nodding his head gently as he glares at me.
“So you had the nerve to lay your hands on me.”
“I would do more if you don't mind your business.”
"You're nothing but a lowlife, Ronan. You ran to Canan's room like a pathetic lapdog. That's who you will always be. Canan's lapdog. You can’t even stand on your own, hiding behind him like a scared little puppy."
The statement infuriates me, and I charge towa
