"And you expect me to believe that?!" Victoria shouted, her voice laced with raw fury. Her chest heaved as her hands trembled, rage boiling through her veins.
She then pulled out the paper airplane Jamaila had dropped on her desk earlier. Her eyes blazed as she held it up. "See this?!" she snapped, thrusting it toward him. "She dropped this letter....it says Help! What else could that mean, Auren?! It means you've hurt her!"
"Oh, please," Auren scoffed, his lip curling in disdain. "If I had truly hurt your little friend, do you think I'd be standing here trying to explain anything to you?" His voice dripped with anger, rising with every word. "Why should I bother hiding it if I had really done something? But I haven't! That's what I've been telling you, and you should damn well listen for once!"
