Sebastian’s
Rage.
That’s all I feel right now. Raw, burning rage. Whoever had the audacity to try and threaten me clearly has no idea who they’re messing with. Crossing me means signing your own end.
I can hear my teeth grinding from how hard I’m trying to keep it together. Every cell in my body wants to explode, to destroy everything and everyone in sight. But I can’t—not when I’m standing in front of Mr. Dela Fuerte, Claire’s father.
His eyes were cold and heavy, drilling into me like he could see right through my soul. I refused to meet them, choosing instead to fix my gaze on the items laid out on the table.
Photos. Dozens of them, all thrown across the massive oak desk. Taken from different angles, different places—whoever did this had us followed.
There was one from Andrei’s ba
