Bianca POV

The silence after my hand cracked across Damian’s face was heavier than thunder.

My palm still tingled, my heartbeat deafening in my ears. I hadn’t planned it.

I didn't think it through.

It was instinct, I just snapped and here I was standing right in the middle of my worst nightmare.

For a moment no one even breathed in the dining room.

Then, Nathan’s chair screeched back. He shot up, face flushed with a mix of shock and fury. His voice snapped across the ...