Cassandra’s POV Sinclair slowly turned his face back to me. A red mark bloomed across his cheek, but he didn’t look angry about the slap.He looked… shocked.My palm was still burning.My chest rose and fell rapidly, rage shaking through me so hard I could barely stand still. I had never hit anyone like that before with that much anger behind it. It felt like a slap I owed him for so damn long. I fucking regret not slapping him back then...Sinclair didn’t move. His head was still turned from the impact. His jaw clenched tightly as his cheek slowly reddened where my hand had struck him. For a long second, he just stood there, stunned, like he couldn’t quite believe I had actually done it.“Cassie…” he said softly. The way he called my name with so much emotion made my heart ache. He had no right to stare at me as I hurt him.Emotion flickered across his face in quick, messy flashes. A chaotic mix of confusion, hurt, and anger. Something dangerously close to regret.“Don’t,” I cut in
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