Davina's POV
"I don't wish any harm on you," Irvin stated plainly.
I fixed my gaze on him, my eyes becoming slits as I tried to piece together a riddle missing half its clues.
"What's your game?" I demanded, pivoting to confront him directly.
Irvin remained perfectly still. "What do you mean by that?"
I released a bitter laugh, my head shaking in disbelief.
"Did you strike another wager with your girlfriend? Is that what this whole thing is? You need fresh entertainment?" My tone sliced through the air like a blade.
"Jenkin, this town's crawling with girls who'd jump at the chance. Please, cut me some slack, alright? Just leave me the hell alone. I'm not responsible for what happened to your brother. Let me catch my breath from your constant attempts to destroy me."
The words tumbled out in a rush, as though I'd been bottling them up forever.
My breathing came in quick, shallow bursts.
Tears threatened to spill over, but I held them back. Not here. Not with him watching.
