For a second, I thought she understood, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. But then her composure crumbled, her face tightening with something darker. She must have realized what I was saying—her arrogance dissolving into panic.
“Break free?” she repeated, her voice shaking slightly. “What are you talking about?”
"You know what I mean. He's yours, I don't care about you two anymore." I stood up and was about to leave.
"Wait! Answer me!" There is panicked in her voice. In one swift movement, she reached forward and shoved me hard, my balance faltering as pain seared through me, sudden and sharp. My stomach cramped as I stumbled back, clutching it, the world spinning as a wave of agony washed over me.