Chapter 116 One-hundred And Sixteen

• Millicent
• Abel was spiraling, working himself into a fury, and I couldn't get a word in edgewise. Every time I tried to speak, he cut me off with another accusation, another assumption.
• "Tell me something," he continued, voice dropping dangerously low. "When we were together, when I was inside you, were you thinking about what information you could extract? When you screamed my name, was it real or just part of the performance?"