Chapter 59 The Line Between Love And Hate

Genevieve shoved Silas away with a force that startled even her. Her breath came ragged, chest rising and falling like waves crashing against a jagged coast. The air between them sizzled, no longer with desire, but with fury barely restrained. Her voice trembled, not with weakness, but with rage that had fermented over time. “You don’t get to do this anymore,” she spat, backing into the velvet drapes that half-hid the broken moonlight bleeding in from the terrace. “You don’t get to touch me like nothing ever happened.”