C22 THE INTERROGATION AND THREAT

ARRDE

I ended the call with a sharp press of my finger, tossing my phone onto the seat beside me. Myron’s voice still lingers in my head, smooth, calculated, dripping with amusement. He enjoyed that.

Of course, he did.

The very thought of him makes my stomach tighten with frustration. He revels in control, in twisting situations to his favor. But I refuse to let him dictate my next move