SOPHIA’S POV
The sound of my hand meeting his cheek cracked through the cold air, and for a moment the entire arena froze with us.
The reporters had stopped shouting, the staff had stopped moving, and even Jace just stood there, his helmet dangling from his hand and a red mark blooming on his skin.
My chest rose and fell too fast and my palm stung, but yet all I wanted to do was to kiss the same spot I’d just struck.
I hated him but this moment only made me realize there was a part of me that deeply cared for him.
Just as I was expecting, his lips curled into that infuriating smile. I just slapped him in front of the world and all he did was smile.
I wanted to shake him until his teeth rattled, and I wanted to hold him until the fear that he had died stopped clawing at my ribs.
