ELORA

I wanted to slap him.

No, scratch that, I wanted to destroy something. His desk. His perfect glass office. His smug, entitled face. I backed away from him, every nerve in my body lit with fury. “You’re unbelievable. You think this is a game?”

Rowen didn’t flinch. He just stood there, arms crossed, like he was waiting for me to finish my tantrum. Like he was the calm in the storm he created.

“You used me,” I spat. “You used Ethan. You manipulated every part of this.”

His eyes narrowed. “I showed you the truth. I peeled back the mask you were too scared to take off yourself.”

“Screw...