KATY’S POV
He grabs my chin, forcing my face up and I don’t know if the liquid dripping down my nose is blood or something else. My head is still spinning, my ears ringing, and his grip only makes it worse.
His glare is cold and I can tell he hates being told how stupid he is, not that I needed confirmation after the slap. I can also tell this isn’t the first time someone’s said it to him. And he f*****g hates that too.
His next words prove me right.
“I planned everything,” he boasts, his fingers still digging into my jaw. “Down to convincing some board members to join me.”
This is his moment to gloat over his so-called perfect plan, and of course, I’m right about that too. “No one will care what happens to him,” he continues. “You want to know why?” His mouth curves. “Because people
