“Who did this to you?” I growl. I still see red, my control hanging on by a thread. She raises her chin to look down her nose at me. I don’t know how she can manage that, with me being at least twenty centimeters taller, but it somehow works. “You. You did this to me.” She spits the words as if I’ve lost my mind or I’m dumb. She thinks I’m talking about her hand. “I’m not talking about your hand,” I say, anger seeping through my pores.
