Victoria clenched her fists, looking at him with disdain. She was tired of his constant threats, to the point that she no longer cared to defy him. Salvatore, unaware of her gaze, touched his wound with his hand and furrowed his brow slightly.

"I hope that wound of yours rots!" she exclaimed with scorn as she walked toward the living room to take up her book again.

"Victoria, damn it! Stop talking to me like that."

She turned around, furious, and looked him straight in the eyes. Salvatore held her gaze with a serious expression that did not yield to her rage.

"I’ll speak to you however I please. I...