Predator

Reina’s POV

He deserves so much more.

They say silence is deafening.

But in that moment—inside that sterile, echoing police station—it wasn’t the silence that got me.

It was the sound of my own heartbeat, raging like a war drum in my ears as Andrew locked eyes with me.

Because I knew that word.

I knew that look on her face.

And most of all—I knew that pain.

The girl’s voice still echoed through the walls, but it was the words that branded themselves into the bones of the room.

"Because he raped me."

Roman didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. He just stood there, motionless, letting her words settle like ash after an explosion. His posture didn’t change—but something in his eyes did. I knew that look. The quiet kind of rage.

The kind that didn’t scream—it hunted.

Outside the room, I felt my fingernails dig into my skin. My lungs barely worked. And when I looked at Andrew again, I didn’t see a man anymore.

I saw rot. A wound that never healed. A curse that had followed me from adolescence into t