Chapter 166. Standing up

Darco’s expression shifted rapidly—shock, then rage, then something I could not quite name. His lips parted like he was about to say something, but no words came out. Instead, his nostrils flared, and his chest rose and fell with each labored breath. 

I stood my ground, trembling but resolute. My cheek throbbed from his slap and my hand stung from the retaliation, but I refused to look away. The rainwater dripping from my clothes pooled at my feet, a silent testament to my defiance. 

Did I regret what I had done? Maybe a little bit. Because I knew that when all the adrenaline failed, I would be left with the consequences of my actions. 

“You b*tch,” He spat the words at me. “You think you can get away with that?” He growled, his voice low, dangerous. 

I did not answer. My heart was hammering in my chest, but for once, I was not afraid. At least in the moment. Maybe it was the anger coursing through my veins or the overwhelming exhaustion that dul