“Who did this to you?” he asks quietly, though his tone couldn’t be any more venomous. When I don’t answer, he sends his fist flying into the wall next to us so hard that I’m confident I heard his knuckles break. I get the faintest glimpse of blood smeared over his fingers when his hand goes back to my cheek. “If you don’t tell me the truth right now, I will find out myself by burning this fucking city to the ground.”
