“Vic-“ Amelia sputters out half of his name as Victor strides into the bedroom, grabs her by the arm, and slams her against the wall.
“What did you do, Amelia,” he yells, his voice thick with wrath.
“Victor – I – “ Amelias eyes scan frantically over Victor’s face, his body, sensing – correctly – that he’s outside of his head in this moment, fueled only by rage, seeking revenge for whatever it is she did.
The only question is, Amelia thinks quickly to herself, how much does he know?
Amelia gasps as Victor takes her by the shoulders, pressing her further against the wall, bringing his face inches from hers, a snarl on his lips and in his teeth. “Tell me, Amelia,” he growls. “What did you do.”
“Get off of me, Victor,” Amelia says, getting over her shock and grounding herself in her ow
