Lila's POV “Ain’t that what you are? A spoilt little brat?”Darius gnashed his teeth, his jaw tightening as he stared at me like he wanted to crush every word I just said. He studied me, like I was an article for display in a museum. He has a look of anger and amusement at the same time. A facial expression I couldn't understand.For a moment, he didn’t speak. I folded my arms over my chest, looking at him with so much intensity, my gaze unwavering. I tightened my fist, fearlesslyThe silence was long and deafening. Stretched for too long.Then he stepped closer, inching closer and closer as he closed the gap between us. If we both stretched out our hands, we'd be able to grab each other's wrist perfectly. That was how close we were. Close enough to smell the cologne off him.“Say that again,” he said slowly daring me to say it while trying to instill fear in me.I didn’t move no did I shake or show any sign of fear. I maintained my stance, Muslim sure to prove one point. I wasn't s
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