The intensity of his anger made the air thick, and the tension between them seemed almost palpable. Violet looked at him, her confusion evident, as her mind scrambled to process the accusation. Flirting? What does that even mean? she wondered, but the thought was cut short when Cain's looming figure drew closer, his simmering rage apparent in every step.
"I wasn't flirting with Nathan!" she said firmly, her voice tinged with a mix of fear and defiance. "He's just a friend!"
Her attempt to explain was met with fury. Cain's hand shot out, slamming into the other side of the door beside her head. The metallic clang made her flinch as she stared at the new dent, her pulse racing. His glare burned into her as he leaned closer.
