Anger.

Amanda

As I stood there, fists clenched and eyes burning with anger, I knew deep down that I was being consumed by my own rage. Every fiber of my being screamed for vengeance against Zane. The betrayal, the hurt, the sheer audacity of his actions—they all swirled within me, fueling a tempest of emotions that threatened to drown out reason.

But even as I prepared to lash out, a voice inside me whispered a warning. I knew I shouldn't react this way. I knew that giving in to the urge for violence would only lead to more pain, more regret. Yet, the desire for retribution was overpowering, like a wildfire raging out of control.

Just as I was about to unleash the first blow, a gentle yet firm grip enveloped my hands. Startled, I looked up to see Gamma Beatrice standing before me, her eyes filled with concern and understanding.

"Amanda," she said softly, "he's not worth it."

Her words pierced through the haze of my fury, cutting through the chaos within me with a clarity that was both soot