Playing with Fire

A crisp slap rang out.

It was particularly clear in the corridor at night.

Rhys' face went sideways. After a long while, he slowly raised his hand and touched his cheek in disbelief.

"That was quite a slap," Rhys said.

Sloane's hand was shaking, but her eyes looked determined. She felt the pleasure of revenge.

She said, "Mr. Kellan, you enjoy rubbing salt on other people's wounds so mu