CHAPTER 147: Anything Drastic

I feel my cheeks flush with anger, my fists clenching. “You don’t get to use that against me. Not after everything you’ve done.”

“Oh, trust me, I know exactly where I stand,” he says, his voice a harsh whisper. “But if you think I’m going to just roll over and let you push me around, you’re wrong.”

“Is that a threat?” I ask, my voice ice-cold.

He shrugs, his expression unreadable. “Call it what you want. Just don’t expect me to disappear on your command.”

Without another word, I turn on my heel, storming away from the pool, my heart pounding with frustration, anger, and something else—something I don’t want to acknowledge. I hear him mutter something under his breath, but I don’t turn around. I’m done. I don’t owe him anything, least of all an explanation.

As I walk back into the house, the cool air hits my skin, but it does little to soothe the fire raging inside me.

In the living room, Caspian looks up from his newspaper, raising an eyebrow. I know I must look like a woman on the br