Philli

react. The air was violently forced from my lungs. Black spots danced at

rom mine. His eyes were no longer filled with cold amusement, but with pur

nes. The shattered glass from the champagne bottle dug into my back and arms

still crushing my neck, the other grabbing a

ce a low, terrifying growl. "Kn

ls scraping against his skin. I couldn' t brea

torted in a mask of psychotic fury. "I gave you a home.

ot yet. That would be too easy." He leaned in closer, his breath hot again

as from Cassondra, a week after I' d been exiled. S

r voice dripping with malice. "A little thank

"He was so disappointed you didn' t put up more of a fight for your precious horse," she' d

eful, Blair. If he gets tired of me, you might be next on h

little saliva I had left in my mouth, thick with the metallic taste of

ded on his perfec

in pure revulsion. For a moment, his gr

the openi

raw, ragged breath t

a bloody smile stretching my

a broken, mocking echo of his own. "I

ck to make every single person who hurt me pay," I declared, my voice grow

d of rage. He wiped the spittle from

e dangerously calm. "You w

he called out, his voice ringing with aut

ed to by her friends. He knelt beside her, his expression softening into one of

d, his voice now a soothing balm.

theatrical sobs, buryin

otest. The sharp edges of glass dug deeper into my skin, but I b

ain, this time laced wi

fool to cha

he looked at Cassondra

ce. She' s just an orphan he took i

A video started playing. The sound o

ical blow, stealing the air