ASHLEY I stand outside Jeremías’ bedroom door, my fingernails released from the palm of my hand. I had managed to hold my temper in check all night, ever since Caleb told me about the incident. But now that I've confronted Jeremías, the anger in me hasn't dispersed. If anything, it is suffocating me.I had gone into his room, expecting a fight, expecting him to admit it. Rather, he was maddeningly calm about it. He didn't get angry. He didn't accept the claims, and he also didn't bother to deny them, either.My eyes had flickered to the cut on his lips, but I was too livid with anger to concern myself with it. In my mind, it was just an act of self-defense from Caleb.But when I had firmly said that I would never be his, the composure he had been maintaining shattered. I noticed the way his jaw had tightened, the way the veins in his neck had pulsed with much intensity. It was visible. His eyes had turned cold, his gaze on me shifting to that of a predator watching his prize sli
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