ILIANA'S POV
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Palpable anger radiates off him as his grip on both my arms tightens. He shakes me, once, the motion stern, yet nauseating. "What did you do, Iliana?" his eyes search mine, and his is filled with panic. "I..um.." the words don't form as shame creeps up my cheeks. "Yes, Drystan. What did she do?" his mother's voice is like a bucket of ice being poured over my head. My gaze locks on her as she appears at her son's side, a wicked smile playing on her lips, "What is she doing here?" I sneer, and unfortunately I have no control over my face.
"This is my son's home, not yours." the ice in her voice only makes my body feel colder. "Look at me," he grabs my jaw in a tight grip, "God damn it, Iliana." he lets go, and my head swivels to the side as his fingers knock my jaw hard. B
