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LILIANA

If glares were lasers, they'd be burning holes through this man's arrogant head. His haughty stare as he shackles me to the window like a captive animal works to fuel my anger.

My jaw locks hard with efforts to contain how much I want to bruise the stupid smirk off his face again.

So what if he's not wrong about the escape part?

I'm frustrated.

No, deeply distressed would be the word