Braelyn's POV
I don't think there was anyone who got under the skin as much as Raphael. I could not stand being here for a second more because the temptations of grabbing a knife and charging at him were getting too tempting
I had to leave before I lost what little morality I had and committed murder.
I grabbed my bag and stormed away from the kitchen without looking back. I didn't care what expression he had on his face; I was too angry to even breathe the same air as him for another second.
Steam was already fuming out of my ears
The moment I stepped into my room, I slammed the door harder than I intended, tossed my bag on the bed, and walked up to my small workstation
I immediately slouched into the chair at my small workstation to let out some steam. My pulse was still racing, half from rage, half from humiliation.
