Chapter 98
- Yvonne's eyes met mine, and for a brief second, I thought I saw a flicker of the fire that nearly burned her alive the day I put her in her place.
- She hadn’t forgotten. Neither had I.
- The fury in her stare could've melted steel. I wondered if she still heard the echo of my name in her nightmares. She should. I didn’t just survive the storm—I was the storm. And she hated me for it.