Ren's fingers were curled into such tight fists that his nails drew blood from his palms.
The sheer arrogance in Cilian's voice was like a physical weight, crushing the air out of his lungs.
"Cilian, you destroyed the radio, didn't you?" Ren accused, his eyes burning and his jaw locked. He didn't need a confession; he could see the satisfaction dancing in the depths of those gold-brown eyes. "You'd rather we all rot here than lose your control over me."
Ren's voice rose, cracking with the weight of four days of trauma. "You're worse than the devil, Cilian, you're—"
"A monster," Cilian interrupted, stepping so close that Ren had to crane his neck back to maintain eye contact. Ren snapped, his breath coming in shallow hitches as the Alpha loomed over him.
"Yes, Ren, I am a monster," Cilian whispered, his hand reaching out to wrap firmly around the back of Ren's neck.
Ren's entire body trembled with rage and a cold, creeping fear that he could no longer suppress.
