This was only the beginning; a far greater storm was brewing.
Starla casually tossed her phone into her bag and met Fairfax's gaze. He was watching her, his expression unreadable.
"What did you do now?" he asked, his voice devoid of emotion, but his eyes held a coldness she had never seen before.
She met his icy stare and shrugged. "What do you think I did? I'm just getting a little payback for this morning. After all, I lost half my life in Petal Villa. I wasn't about to let her off with a simple apology."
She enunciated the word "apology" with heavy, biting sarcasm. Fairfax's promise of justice had amounted to nothing more than demanding a single word from her attacker. The thought was laughable.
"My life may be worthless to some," she said, her eyebrow raised, "but half of it is certainly worth more than a cheap apology."
The escalating mockery in her tone made Fairfax's breathing ragged. As she turned to walk past him, he grabbed her wrist, his grip like iron. "So, this is because you weren't satisfied with the justice I provided?"
"Your justice was wonderful. It's just a shame I'm such an ungrateful person." She tried to wrench her arm free, but he only tightened his hold.
"Let go," she said, her voice low and dangerous.
"Where are you going now?" he demanded through gritted teeth. The last time she disappeared from the hospital, even Gabriel couldn't find her. He wasn't about to let her vanish again.
"Somewhere I belong. And you should let go of a hand you no longer have a right to hold."
Overwhelmed by an emotion he couldn't name, he spun her around and pulled her into a fierce embrace, holding her from behind. Starla stiffened, and just as she was about to struggle, his arms tightened around her.
"Did Herbert help you with this?"


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