Chapter 10

• She lifted an eyebrow, her attitude a blend of scorn and amusement. How dare he? How could he accuse her of bullying as if he were a saint??
• “Bully?” She scoffed. “Is this what you call bullying?” Marie's demeanor was a mask of scorn, her eyes narrowing to small slits. “Back then, when you pressed me to give blood to Lena, why wasn't that called bullying?!”
• "Enough!" Max yelled, the veins on his neck pulsating with wrath. "If you have any grievances, aim them at me. There's no need for violence." His voice bore the weight of his authority, a deep growl that commanded attention.