~Sai
I locked eyes with Theodore—and without hesitation—I shoved his hand off me like it was poison. My glare burned into him.
“Don’t you ever think of touching me, Theodore!” I snapped, voice sharp as broken glass. “You’ve lost every right to lay a finger on me, let alone speak to me in that tone.”
He didn’t blink. He just stood there, frozen and brooding, his eyes filled with something darker than rage—betrayal. But I didn’t care. I wasn’t afraid of him. I wasn’t afraid of anyone anymore, and certainly not the man who once tore my soul apart.
He let out a slow, shaky breath, trying to rein in the storm brewing inside him.
“I know exactly what you're after, Sai,” he said, his voice laced with tightly restrained fury. “You’re desperate for revenge. That’s why you pushed Beatrice into
