Chapter Twenty-Eight:
Robert's Point of View
She was telling me that I had failed to tame her, that I couldn't break her pride, believing that my indulgence gave her power and authority over me.
How naive... she thinks that screaming and rebelling are what prove one's existence.
She hasn't realized yet that I've been watching her like one watches a bird that thinks it flies freely inside a cage whose bars it hasn't touched yet.
The words she spat in my face were insolent, provocative, and carried a level of audacity sufficient to end anyone else's life in this place just for thinking them.
"Failure?"
I repeated the word in my mind as I contemplated her trembling features despite her sharp tongue.
She doesn't understand that the patience I granted her wasn't weakness; it was part of the game.
She thought she had crushed my prestige in front of Mendoza, while in reality, she did nothing but awaken a sleeping beast a beast that knows no mercy when its pride is touched.
