Valerio smacked her hard across the face, shoving her.
"Dammit!" He looked at his hand, hissing at the blood that had begun building.
Evelyn was downright glaring at him now. "Don't you dare touch me! I'm not going anywhere with you!"
"Is that so?" Valerio scoffed. "I was really trying to be so nice to you, but now you've pissed me off."
He snatched her by the throat and glared into her face. "Evelyn, if you don't want me to break you, you better behave yourself. Beautiful thing like you, I don't think you want me to disfigure this face of yours. After all, if I do, you think Zayne Mancini will still like you?"
Evelyn swallowed, breathing heavily.
"There, that's the look I'm looking for. Your fear, yes, that's the look you should have on your face. Don't try to be tough with me. It's not going to work."
He burst into laughter, snatching her hands to tie them. But Evelyn pulled away from him. "You think if I look horrid, he's going to like me any less?"
