Nico
I don’t react when the spit hits my cheek. It’s a small thing, but it says a lot. She’s angry, frustrated—feels trapped, like a cornered animal. I get it. I’d probably do the same if I were in her shoes. But she just sealed her own fate.
I wipe the saliva off my cheek with the back of my hand, my eyes never leaving hers. She thinks a little defiance is enough to make me bend, but I’ve seen worse than her fire. I’ve dealt with worse. She’ll learn.
Her chest rises and falls with every breath, that pulse of adrenaline humming in the air between us. I can practically taste the bitterness radiating off her, feel the way her body is wound tight, ready to snap. She’s looking at me like she could kill me with nothing but her glare, but I know better.
She’s been playing this game since da
