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“Lara,” his voice is laced with confusion, clearly not expecting this to be a trap.
“Caspian,” I utter, my voice laced with a lethal edge as a torrent of accusatory thoughts floods my mind.
I maintain my grip on the knife, refusing to back down.
“Put the knife down, Lara,” Caspian retorts, his tone deceptively light, but I hear the underlying threat beneath his words.
He thinks that I lack the resolve to hurt him.
Challenge accepted.
I tilt my head and meet Caspian’s gaze.
“I’d rather not.” I retort.
He chuckles darkly, and I curse my body for having any reaction to it.
“Someone is going to get hurt.” he says, adding, “Do you even know how to fight with daggers?”
I do, but I’m not about to tell him that.
“I’m a quick study,” I reply, my voice laced with annoyance.
“I thought you said you wanted to talk?” Caspian gestures between us, his brow raised in curiosity.
“We’re talking.” I state angrily, “I thought you were going to release Darian.”
His brows furrow. “I did,” he responds, his tone genuine.
I press the blade further against his neck, my anger seeping into my voice.
“Bullshit, Caspian,” I seethe, forcefully pushing him toward a kitchen chair and making him sit. “Where are you keeping him? Where did you move him to?”
His jaw feathers as he snarls back at me, his voice filled with frustration. “Lara, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I had him released, and that’s it.”
Unbridled rage surges within me, refusing to accept his words at face value.
But the anger within me continues to swirl, like the molten lava inside a volcano on the verge of erupting. Simmering justbeneath the surface, a destructive force that threatens to consume everything in its path.
That’s the thing about rage.
You can suppress it, bury it deep down, and try to ignore the triggers that fuel it.
But once you reach that breaking point...
Once you let it consume you, it becomes a force that’s difficult to rein in without creating a massive, destructive fucking mess.
I release the blade and straighten as relief floods Caspian’s features, and within seconds a cry escapes from my throat as I drive the dagger into his thigh.
The pain registers on his face as he blinks at his leg and then to me, struggling to comprehend what has just happened.
With my free hand, I tighten my grip around his throat and a manic, dry laugh escapes my lips.
Caspian’s eyes widen as he stares at me in disbelief.
“Right.” I say sarcastically, “Next, you’re going to say you had nothing to do with the hunters at the grocery store or when we hiked to the mountains. Hell, you might even try to deny that you hired people to pretend to be my parents. Maybe after that you’ll even try to deny that you hired the piece of shit who fucking raped me.” I shout, tears of pure rage trail down my cheeks.
His eyes flash with a mixture of confusion and anger, but I dismiss it.
