"You believe I'm playing a bluff?" Desmond's voice was like a sharp, unforgiving razor that cut through the phone. "Lola, you don't know what I'm capable of."
His comments pressed down on me as I leaned on the kitchen counter. Although his threat was not new, it felt different this time. more authentic. I was still thinking about Mia's warning, and the details she had provided me with on Desmond's shortcomings had started to fit together like puzzle pieces. I was still caught in Desmond's web, though, and it was more important than ever to decide whether to resist or give in to his authority.
With a voice that was no more than a whisper but steady enough to match his icy tone, I answered, "Desmond, I'm not afraid of you." "But I've had enough of being your pawn."
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