Revenge Wears Many Faces: Hers, Mine

w I got from the rooftop bar to the street below. My legs j

, spinning around to see Case. His charming smi

you going?"

spilling out of the elevator, their fac

raping an arm over Blair's shoulder. "Let's go. You s

e. You promised. A propo

d in laughter. M

about?" I asked, my

grip on my arm, his fingers digg

d me into the back of his car, and his friends piled into another. The city lights s

lready there, cameras flashing like a swarm of angry fireflies

reathed, shrinking

pping with sarcasm. He dragged me out of the

oposing to Aaliyah Wolfe to

me closer. "She sacrificed everyth

epped forward, holding a small, velvet box. But

orward. It had a cheap, plastic ring ti

ion, hot and suffocating, washed over me. They weren'

ing with wicked delight. "He's all yours. A

he jeering faces, the barking dog-it was too much

y head exploded, a blinding white light behind my eyes. I remembered the beatings

up at Case, my vision swimmi

fun is just getting started. G

as cold and unforgiving as a block of

auling me to my feet. I struggled, a

me

the mutt," one of them g

. My foot slipped, and I went down again, this time hitting my

y chin, forcing me to look at him. His eyes, once so full of wha

erous murmur that only I could hear. "I al

. "Almost. Now, are you going to behave, or