“You think you’re untouchable, Alyana Smith.. " his voice low, dangerous. The car swerves slightly as his grip tightens on the wheel “You go behind my back like I’m some fool? What were you thinking?” He doesn’t look at you. His eyes are locked ahead, face stone cold. “If something happened to you…” His voice cracks just for a second. “I would paint this entire city in blood.”
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