Chapter 8 Big Mouth

• His arrogance sucked the air right out of my lungs. My entire body tensed with the overwhelming urge to march over there and slap that smug expression right off his face.
• My nails curled into my palms so tightly I could feel them biting into my skin, a sharp reminder of the consequences if I lost control.
• I exhaled sharply, forcing composure back into my voice even as it threatened to slip through my fingers like sand.