Eileen's POV
And then, before I could react, his hand was on me again, gripping my arm tightly. He pulled me closer, his breath hot against my skin. “You think you’re special?” he asked, his voice now laced with something darker. “You think I’m doing this because I care about you? You’re just a pawn in this game, Eileen. You always have been.”
His words were like knives, each one stabbing deeper than the last. I tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened, holding me in place. And then I felt it — something inside me that had been dormant, something that had been building for so long, suddenly erupted. It was as though every ounce of anger, every bit of hurt and betrayal I had been carrying, finally snapped.
I didn’t even have time to think. The power surged through me like
