Chapter 100

Tristan

I smirked and moved to a nearby chair, settling in as I watched Megan's face contort with that all-too-familiar expression. I didn’t even need to threaten her further. Her expression told me everything I needed to know.

Panic flickered in her eyes, and though she tried to hide it, I saw right through her. Her hands trembled slightly, her shoulders stiffened, and her breathing grew rapid. She bit her lip, her fingers twitching nervously at her sides. Megan looked like a trapped animal with her fear tightening its grip on her.

I knew these signs too well. The words I’d just spoken had hit their mark, and now the silence between us was thick with tension.

Well, good. I want her to fear me. I want her to fear what was coming to her.

“What?” I asked slowly, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Are you going to say something, or what?”

She froze, her body beginning to shake. Tears filled her eyes, and I could see her struggling to hold back a breakdown. Pathetic. She was falling apart