C108 I asked for it?

“You asked for it,” Amara shot back, her own voice trembling with rage.

Alessandro let out a bitter laugh, his lips curling into a sneer. “I asked for it? Tell me, Amara, how the fuck did I ask for it? Because I’m dying to know.”

Amara’s fury boiled over. She shoved him again, this time harder, and he barely stepped back.

Her breath came fast and uneven