The words hung in the air like a bad aftertaste, sharp and bitter, slicing right through the room's heavy silence.
Sabrina's golden eyes burned holes into him, fury twisting her tattooed face into something feral, humiliation churning in her gut worse than the poison still twisting her insides.
That smirk on Tianlong's face? It was pure salt in the wound, more infuriating than the gut punches or the creeping numbness in her limbs.
He had her words thrown back at her, her own cutthroat lessons flipped like a knife in her back. 'Bastard learned too well,' she thought, chest heaving as another wave of nausea hit, making her vision swim.
"You..." The word scraped out rough, caught in her throat by the fire raging through her veins.
Her dark skin gleamed with cold sweat, those swirling black tattoos on her arms and neck looking alive, coiling like shadows in the candlelight.
