With a flick of his wrist, a group of burly bodyguards moved in, circling me like predators closing in.
"Elaine, how dare you lay a hand on Amara!" Dylan spat. "I crippled you once, and I can do it again. Believe me, I'll make sure you never walk properly again, not for the rest of your life."
But I wasn't afraid, nor did I retreat. I locked eyes with Dylan, meeting his murderous glare head-on as I sauntered toward him.
"Dylan," I said, my voice resolute, "you'd better remember every word you said today. Because when the day comes, and you're kneeling at my feet, begging me, I'll give them all back to you, one by one, exactly as they are."
Right then, Dylan's face twisted further with rage.
My mind wandered to a memory from three years ago. I recall signing my lifetime contract as the principal dancer with the Swan Ballet Company.
It was the highest honor in the world of ballet.
But more importantly, it was the dream that my mom and I had devoted our entire lives to.
Elaine's POV
It only took one lie from Amara and Dylan's insane need to control everything for him to crush my leg. The snap of my bones was a sound far worse than the crack I heard when Amara's wrist broke tonight.