Devyn’s POV

“Go fuck yourself.”

She bit out her words without hesitation, not a single ounce of fear in her.

My blood boiled with anger, as a torrent of rage coursed through my veins. I struggled to contain the primal urge to snap her little neck with my bare hands. No one, not even Wilona whom I’d practically grown up with dared to speak to me in such a manner. did—they wouldn’t live to. But there she was, defiantly glaring at me with those warm fiery eyes of hers, hurling curses at me.

My grip on her arm remained firm, as she fought desperately to free herself from my grasp....