Tessa’s POV
Angry. Fear. Flustered. Frustration.
I felt like I was in a rollercoaster ride. When I saw Zane earlier, I thought he’d take my side, but I guess I got so used to him being a bit kinder to me that I overestimated myself.
Not only did he not help me, but he even intentionally let me get hurt. Yes, I saw him from my peripheral vision.
What? If I wasn’t about to get killed, he wouldn’t intervened.
And he carried me like I was some kind of rag doll! A rag doll! I was so frustrated then that I sent punches on his back, but when he slapped my ass, I reddened in shame.
It’s official. I hate him!
“I asked Mildred to let me cook because I want to cook you your favorite dish, but that gamma of yours threw it all away!”
After I said that in an outburst, he halted and stared deep i
