C41 THE NEGOTIATION.

AXEL’S POV:

"You missed a spot," Avery muttered, her audacity stretching as she reached up with her small, trembling hand. Before I could react, she brushed at the edge of my eyepatch, her fingers skimming the streak of egg that clung there.

The slap came before I even registered my own movement, a crack that reverberated in the room. She staggered, clutching the edge of the bed for balance