The Master Plan

POV: Dima

I tighten my grip on her delicate wrist, feeling the frantic pulse jumping beneath my thumb as she glares back at me.

"Are you going to be the thug you are and hit me?" she demands, her chin tipped up in absolute defiance.

I clamp down fractionally harder on her fragile bones. "Enough," I snap.

She doesn't freeze. Instead, a feral hiss escapes her lips as she violently drives her leg