LOVE AND RUIN: RHEA'S REVENGE
The silence that followed was deafening.
"Don't," I whispered, my voice a low, vibrating warning. "Never again."
Jenna froze. Her face twisted, not with fear, but with a calculated, shrill cry that tore through the penthouse, less like a sob of pain and more like a summon. She ripped her arm away, stumbling back.
"You touched me," she gasped, her eyes gleefully wicked through the fake tears. "You’re a dead man, Finn Dalton. I’m calling my father."