Scar

“Cat got your tongue?” she mocked, her voice dripping with malicious glee. “I thought you could fight back.”

“Get out,” I muttered under my breath, but it was clear enough for her to hear me.

“And if I don’t?” she challenged, stepping closer.

I remained silent. The game was clear - she wanted to break me further, to revel in my downfall.

Years of being Lucas’s partner had taught me when to speak and when to let silence speak volumes.

“You’re acting like this ...