As always, she was on her own. People would watch her from afar and pity her. But no one would step forward to help her... except Marion.
And nothing about today was different. Nothing about this humiliation was new.
She closed her eyes before she lifted her lashes to meet David's eyes. Her eyes narrowed with contempt, then drifted to the faint red imprint of her fingers across his cheek, and one corner of her lips curved upward with dangerous satisfaction to spite him.
It worked like adding fuel to the fire when he felt nothing but insulted. He will make this bitch kneel, one way or another.
"If Cassian hears even a single word about how you treated me," she declared, her voice steady despite the violent hammering against her ribs and the pain radiating through her wrist inside his crushing grip, "I am not sure what he will do to you. You may very well curse this day for the rest of your life… the day you chose to collide with me."
