Riley’s POV
Before I could even think, my hand flew across his face. The slap echoed through the room, sharp and loud, leaving a red mark on his cheek. I gasped, not believing what I had just done. Logan stumbled back, crashing against the wall behind him, his wide eyes staring at me like I had become a stranger. I stared back, fierce and unyielding, even though my heart was pounding so violently that I feared it might burst out of my chest.
"Riley, I…”" he began, his voice shaky.
"Don't!" I snapped, cutting him off before he could finish. My finger shot up, trembling but firm, pointing at him like a warning. He took a step towards me, but I raised my voice again. "Don’t you dare come close to me!"
I could see the regret in his eyes, the way his face softened with guilt, but it was too
