Erana has never felt so nervous in her life. She was aware in her mind that no man made her tremble like that, but Darius… she’s never seen him so angry and scary before.
“It’s not my freaking fault that they killed my mother!” She knocked down a photo frame of Darius from her table. “He didn’t even feel bad about it, or showed any form of it. All he cares about is his father. If that’s the case, I have every right to feel concern for my mother too. I have every right to wanna take revenge too. Like…”
She ran her hand down her hair and sat on the floor.
“How does he think I flare every night? How does he think I feel knowing my mother was treated unfairly by his family? How does he expect me to just feel okay by it?” Erana sniffed her mucus and wiped her tears. For the first time, she
