Chapter Eighty One

Veil had never seen Anders that upset before, so much so that it caused her to take a step backward. He shot lasers at Simon with his eyes, so harsh that the strongest person would have melted on the spot. His hands were still folded into fists and his veins pulsed from how tight they were kept.

“What the hell did you just fucking say?” Anders repeated, oddly sounding calm. But Veil knew him well enough to know he was seething inside and was probably restraining himself from doing something much worse to Simon.

Simon scrambled to the wall, putting as much space as he could between himself and Anders. But he was unrelenting, taking slow steps towards Simon.

“Repeat yourself.”

Anders was asking for the impossible as Simon would be out of his mind to call Veil a slut again right in front of him. He shook his head vehemently, not wanting to be put in the line of fire again.

Stooping till he was on the same level as Simon, Anders raised his face up with a hand on his chin. There was frig