Estella’s POV
Darius landed steadily, but his hold on me loosened just enough for me to slam my good knee into his chest. He grunted in pain, staggering forward before he threw me onto the grass beneath our feet. I yelled in pain when my back collided with the earth, but it was the agonizing ache in my leg that stole my vision.
“Enough!” he snarled. “If you keep acting like a rabid wolf, I’ll lock you up like one!”
I stared up at him, trembling with rage.
“Try it, I dare you!”
His jaw ticked at the challenge, but he only turned away and ran a hand through his long silver hair, his posture rigid with control I knew was slipping. I pushed myself to my feet, ignoring the pain shooting through my leg.
“I really thought we were finally starting to understand each other,” I spat. “You said
