I heard the sound of the slap echoing through the room before I felt the sharp pain lacing through my cheek. My head was ringing, but I had never felt more clear-headed than now, glaring at Cassian with undisguised hatred.
Meanwhile, Cassian was looking at his own hand with an expression of shock on his face, as though he was surprised that he had actually slapped me. I sneered with disdain; after all he had done to me, to think he'd have the audacity to be surprised at his own actions.
"Shut up about things you don't understand!" Cassian roared, enraged. He was practically trembling with anger, and I stepped back to avoid being showered by his spit, an expression of disgust on my face. "If you don't, I'll―"
