Anika:
My heart doesn’t just skip a beat—it skips two. Dylan’s words hit like a punch to the gut, twisting my stomach into tight, nauseating knots.
“W-what?” I stammer, barely able to breathe.
Dylan throws his head back and lets out a laugh.“Crazy, right?. He’s nothing but a-“
He doesn’t get to finish.
In the blink of an eye, Matteo lunges—faster than I’ve ever seen him move—and grabs Dylan by the throat. In one powerful motion, he shoves him hard against a tree, pinning him there like he weighs nothing.
“You lying, f*cking bastard!” he growls as his eyes blaze.
For a split second, I actually feel sorry for Dylan. Matteo’s grip is brutal and tight enough to crush his windpipe.
But then Dylan opens his mouth again, and that feeling vanishes just as fast.
“W..what?” he rasps. “Scare
