A resounding slap echoed throughout the rooftop, startling every living creature nearby. Amaya stumbled but quickly regained her balance, her hands clenched tightly into fists, nails digging into her palms until her knuckles turned ghostly white. She squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to calm the storm brewing inside her, but her hands trembled violently, betraying her composure.
"From the day Zeya met you, all she's gotten from you is pain and tears!" Demi's voice cut through the air, sharp and unforgiving, her chest heaving with fury. Her eyes blazed with pure hatred directed at Amaya, glinting like shards of glass. "If you don't love her, then why the hell are you dragging her along?!" Each word was a thunderclap, resonating with raw emotion. "Zeya isn't your fucking toy, Amaya Sapphirus!" Demi shoved Amaya's shoulder, stepping in closer, their faces inches apart, the tension crackling like electricity.
