Unspoken Vendetta

In the room, Celine frowned as she looked at the man lying on the bed, panting heavily, his face swollen, and his drunken eyes crooked.

She turned around and stared at Mina. "You said you had control?"

She thought, 'With him beaten like that, how could he talk?'

Mina awkwardly scratched her hair. "I-I was just mad, okay? This guy, he's tried to hurt Celine more than once."

Indeed, that morning, th