Matilda’s POV.
I sped away from Xheree’s house, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles ached.
“Son of a b***h!” I muttered under my breath.
I hadn’t expected to see Viel there. I thought that after all I’d done for her, she’d do exactly what I wanted.
“Get ready, Xheree,” I whispered through gritted teeth. “You’ll pay for betraying me.”
I drove straight to Marco’s condo, desperate to calm the storm raging inside me.
“Matilda, what are you doing here?” Marco asked as I entered.
I didn’t answer. I sank into the sofa, letting the tension in my shoulders speak for me.
He stood in front of me, concern etched across his face. “What do you need?”
“Whisky,” I replied, my voice flat.
“Coming right up.”
As he went to the kitchen, I took a slow sip from the glass he brought me.
