Knox paces around my folding chair, a wolf circling tied-up prey. The lingering sting from Becca’s earlier assault throbs in steady, violent waves across my cheekbone and the split curve of my lip, but I keep my breathing rhythmic, drawing air deep into my lungs.
Knox stops directly in front of me, his shadow blotting out the harsh overhead light.
"You really think you're untouchable, don't you?" he sneers. "Sitting there with that cold, smug expression, acting like you're above all of us."
He draws back his arm and delivers a brutal slap across my face.
The impact cracks through the warehouse like a gunshot. My head snaps to the side, white heat exploding across my jaw, the copper taste of fresh blood flooding my mouth once more. Despite myself, I cry out in pain.
"Stop it!" Willow s
