I froze in place, my eyes locked on Evelyn as she flew across the pavement, hitting the ground with a violent crash outside the gates of Aurora Crown. Rain soaked her hair, mud smeared her clothes, and she slid across the gravel, gasping, clutching her backside.
Mike stood inside the villa, impossibly calm, lounging on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, like he owned the world—or maybe like the world bored him. His eyes gleamed with contempt as they followed her every movement.
“Mike… you actually kicked me?” Evelyn’s voice trembled, disbelief shaking every word.
Mike smirked, voice low and deliberate. “Keep shouting,” he drawled, “and I’ll kill you. Then maybe the world will finally shut up.”
I tightened my fists. The sheer arrogance… the audacity. I could feel the tension
