The first thing I did after leaving the hospital was beat Chloe so badly she bled.
Daniel shoved her behind him now, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek.
“That’s it?”
“Sophia, should I say you’ve changed… or that you just can’t let me go?”
I loathe people with no boundaries and even less self-awareness.
I arched a brow and raised my hand again.
He gave a low laugh, bending at the waist.
“Go on. You’d better make it count—or I’ll dig up your grandmother’s ashes and play with them again.”
My fingers froze in the air.
A slap was far too cheap for him.
I twisted the special ring on my hand, and a small, razor-sharp blade slid out.
With a sharp motion, I slashed it across his face.
He groaned, chest heaving, and after a long moment tried to lift his hand to wipe the blood.
I sneered. “Well? Was that strong enough for you?”
His expression darkened as he saw his palm covered in blood. He reached out to grip my throat.
“Sophia, believe it or not, I could kill you right now.”
I didn’t believe him. My knee shot upward, slamming into his groin.
He released me instantly, doubling over and clutching himself.
“Sophia, how could you be so shameless?”