Lila’s POV
Tobi caught up to me halfway down the corridor, but I didn’t stop. I yanked my hair free from the messy bun I’d thrown it into, the strands falling wild around my shoulders as I stormed toward our rooms. I slammed the door behind me, but Tobi caught it before it could shut, forcing his way through.
"You don't have to act like a child," he snapped.
I froze.
The rage boiled over.
"Me? I’m the child?" I spun around, fists clenched. "You're the one treating me like a possession. Like some fragile creature that can't survive this world without you breathing down my neck."
I ripped open the front of my dress, yanking the fabric off my shoulder, baring the ragged scars left from Dia’s claws. The sight of them had the intended effect — Tobi paled, his anger dissolving in an instan
