I expected indifference, but what I saw in his expression was worse. His eyes glinted with triumph. He thought he’d won. He thought, from here on out, I would cower and cease resisting, that I would be malleable and easy to control. He thought he had my capitulation. As if. He’d never crossed swords with a Constantine. My destiny was of my own making, and I was willing to ruin my reputation to get the hell out of here. If he stood in my way, I would take him down with me. “I promise you this.” I squared my shoulders and stood, facing him head-on. “I’m going to make your life a living hell.”
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