Chapter 55

• Cesmae's POV
• Thinking fast, I catch Iridian’s hand mid-air, gripping her wrist so tightly that her face twisted in pain. The wildness in her eyes flickered, but she wasn’t done. Her other hand swung toward me in desperation, but I shoved her back before she could land the blow.
• She stumbled, but quickly recovered, her face flushed with rage. Just as she opened her mouth to hurl another insult, I slapped her hard. The sound of it echoed through the kitchen, and Iridian’s face jerked to the side, her hand flying to her cheek in disbelief.