ALESSIA'S POV:
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he yelled as he walked closer.
I turned to him. My stomach was already twisted from the sight of the corpse on the floor.
"What were you thinking?" he shouted again.
I stared at him for a second before talking. I had to get myself settled before I talked.
"I have to—"
"You should've asked," he interrupted. "You had no right."
"I have every right," I snapped.
"My father is—"
"I don't care about your father," he interrupted me in a harsh tone.
"I don't care about what happens to a traitor."
I gulped and looked at the people around. My heart skipped a beat as I saw some of them looking.
"You almost got kidnapped," he said.
"Who knows what would've happened if—"
"It was a scheme," I muttered, turning to him. "You planned it out. Y
