Chapter 47

“You think you’re powerful now?” I barked, teeth grinding so hard my jaw ached. The words tore out of me, sharp and jagged, fueled by the desperate need to make her feel something—anything. “You’re drunk on authority, on control. If I’d known you’d become… this—this version of yourself—I wouldn’t have wasted my time with Nina. I would’ve kept you. Even when you bored me. Even when you were predictable.”