[Emma's POV:]
I go through mood swings—no point denying that.
It doesn't depend on my periods or any other reason. My moods just… shift. Randomly.
Over the years, I've learned to keep them hidden, to lock everything behind a calm face so no one can tell what I'm really feeling.
It wasn't a choice, though. It was survival. In my past life, people used me—took advantage of my emotions every time I let them in.
But this life is different.
Now, I've learned how to mask my feelings. How to stop others from getting inside my head.
…Most of the time, at least.
Right now, however, that control is slipping.
Because I have an urge.
To pluck out a pair of eyes.
Yes, it sounds insane, but the thought feels oddly satisfying. Those disgusting, lust-filled eyes—I want to rip them out myself, maybe even with my own fingers, just to make sure it hurts.
"Tame that temper, tigress, or those stares will only grow worse," William murmured beside me, handing me a fruit drink.
