CHAPTER 114: WANT VS. ANGER

ARTEMIS’ POV

I throw a few more fist blows at my half-dead punch bag, which is bleeding sand all over the floor through the rip I made in the heat of my anger.

Kamila stands there, breathing hard and fast. I guess her so-called visit didn’t turn out the way she hoped.

I saw it in her eyes—the way they widened each time I gave a response she wasn’t expecting, responses that pointed toward me not wanting her here.

I wonder what demented expectations she had coming here after what she did. I must have burst that bubble of hers.

She huffs and finally stomps out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Now, I can finally focus my attention on other things, more important things to distract myself.

Like getting a new punching bag, for example.

“That was harsh,” Jasper comments, breaking the silence once the room goes quiet.

I remember that he’s still here. I've been ignoring him for the past hour, hoping he’d get the message and leave on his own. Obviously, that tactic isn't ef