Sandra's Pov The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet dining room. A glass of water overturned, spilling across the cloth. Drake froze, his hand flying up to touch his reddening cheek, his eyes wide in absolute, stunned horror. He looked at me as if I had suddenly transformed into a ghost. Selena gasped loudly, jumping to her feet. “What is wrong with you?! Did you just hit him? Are you insane?!” I didn't answer her. I slowly rose from my chair, my movement deliberate, fluid, and terrifyingly calm. I picked up my worn out leather handbag, smoothing out the wrinkles of my skirt. Step by step, I rounded the table until I was standing directly in front of Drake. He shrank back into his seat slightly, his breath hitching in his chest. I reached out. My manicured fingers gently trailed down the lapel of his jacket, resting lightly over the beat of his heart. “If you ever raise your hand to me again, Drake,” I whispered, my voice dripping with soft, deadly precision, “I
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