Page 87 of Fatality

A pause.

“And now that I broke into your house.”

“Wh-what the fuck are you doing here?” I finally find my voice. “How did you even—”

“Emergency stairs,” he cuts in. “Wasn't easy finding you, troublemaker, but what can I say?”

He grins and takes another step.

“I'm fucking stubborn when I want something.”

“You're a fucking psychopath.” I instinctively take a step back.

“Maybe,” he replies, slowly closing the distance I'm trying to create. “And I won't apologize for hunting you down just to make you regret what you did to me.”

His head tilts slightly like a predator playing with its food.

The dam breaks.

Somehow, his sheer insanity burns away every trace of fear.

My shock cracks and my panic evaporates.

All that's left is anger, hot, sharp and immediate.

“Are you completely out of your fucking mind?” I snap. “Actually, don't answer that. You clearly don't have enough neurons left to think straight.”

I take a step toward him this time.

“You stalked me, you dug through my life, you found my address and climbed into my home.”

Another step.

“And somehow your conclusion—after finding out who I am—is that I wouldn't do shit?”

A short, disbelieving laugh escapes me.

“What part of that sounds normal to you?” I wave him off dismissively. “You're a complete idiot if you thought you could just barge into an Upper’s loft like it’s nothing.”

I cross my arms over my chest.

“I just have to say the word Emergency, and my comm will call the Enforcers.” I hold his gaze. “They'll drag your ass out of here. And you won't just be charged with breaking and entering...”

A pause.

“You'll also be charged with assaulting Adrien Laordie's daughter.”

I hate using my name, my father's reputation but it's the only card I have to play against someone like him.

The neon lights spilling through the windows paint shifting colors across the loft, throwing shadows across his face.

For the first time since waking up, my heart isn't racing because I'm scared.

It's racing because I'm furious.

His dark hair streaked with red almost seems to mock me beneath the neon glow.

It's messy like he couldn't care less about it.