My brain was still processing what Roman had said as I stared at him with burning anger.
Rafael was twisted. I knew that much. His keeping my videos was proof enough of how warped he could be.
But this accusation was a whole different beast, something I wasn't sure I could handle. Right. How could anyone handle something unthinkable? No one could.
He was right. I couldn't handle it.
And yet, the way that Roman smirked made the fury in my chest spike, my heartbeat slamming wildly.
"I'm sure you think I'm just bluffing. But Viona, I saw it with my own eyes. How fucked up his mind is. I saw him jerking himself off while calling your name. He was dangerous. I can't let him ruin you. I—"
Slap!
The sharp sound of a slap echoed down the corridor. A stinging burn shot through my palm as I struck him. I clenched and unclenched my hand, forcing my nerves to settle.
Roman reflexively glared at me, clutching the cheek I had slapped.
