Silvia
Guilt just kept pouring over me, wave after wave.
Damn, I really hated myself right now.
And I hated Alpha Enzo—hated the way he always played mind games like it was a sport.
Worst of all, I hated that for a second, I'd even thought about saying yes to his insane deal.
My fingers were shaking as I typed out, "f**k you."
It looked so empty, like it wasn't nearly enough to say just how disgusted I was.
I stared at my screen, then wiped the message.
No point. I dropped my phone onto the bed and just lay there, staring at the ceiling, soaked in shadows and regret.
After a while, I dragged myself up.
My whole body felt like it was filled with sand.
The digital clock blinked 5:00 am—Saturday morning, and for once, no classes, no rehearsals, no nothing.
