Victoria's POV:
Dylan!
Again!
A fiery wave of anger crashed over me, the kind that burns hot after being insulted.
Yes, Dylan was insulting me!
I shoved him away with force. "What the hell are you trying to do?"
I turned on the car's interior light, and as the darkness dissolved, I saw him lazily slumped against the seatback. His face was expressionless, but somehow, I could sense he was seething with anger.
'Why the hell is he mad?'
That was my genuine thought. I even wanted to curse him out again.
"I thought someone as classy as you wouldn't stoop to foul language," Dylan said, acting as if he didn't notice the glint of the metal dagger in my hand.
"You thought? What a presumptuous jerk!" My chest heaved, and my gaze turned icy.
"If you're really looking for trouble, why don't
