Chapter 64

Evan’s POV

My hand was in the air, ready to strike, ready to finally make Sienna understand, to make her hurt like she made me hurt. But then the voice cut through the air, deep and hard.

It stopped me cold. Shock ran through me; no one ever talked to me like that, not to Evan Peterson, not to someone like me.

My arm, frozen in place, felt foolish. How dare anyone interrupt me, especially now, with her, with Sienna, when I was finally about to set things straight?

It was an insult, a blatant disrespect to my authority, to my very being. I felt a surge of raw, animalistic fury ignite in my gut.

I slowly turned, my anger still burning hot in my veins, a fire licking at my insides. And there he was: Daniel Walter. The rich kid, the pretty boy who thought he could just waltz in and take what was mine.

He stood tall, like some kind of damn hero, his stance too confident, his eyes like ice, piercing and cold, his hand curled into a fist at his si