CYRILLA'S POV
I rushed into the bathroom and locked the door behind me the moment Hunter left, fearing he might return. I knew I had pushed him too far this time, but I couldn’t help myself.
I wanted payback—for everything he had put me through. For keeping me trapped here. For accusing me of being a spy. And most of all, for throwing me into that filthy prison for a week, treating me like a criminal.
I was still shaken by what had just happened. His anger had been so intense that I was certain he would strangle me to death. But then, his expression changed abruptly, leaving me utterly confused.
When he held my face, I thought he would kiss me. I actually expected him to. But of course, he wouldn’t. He doesn't want me. How could someone so beautiful want me? He hates me. He’s hated me
