Chapter 185

Silence settles after Bellatrix's words, the faint whisper of her slap echoing against the walls of the backroom. At her side, her fingers twitched, stinging from the contact it had made with Cillian's cheek, but Bellatrix didn't hate the pain. Instead, she relished in it, letting herself know that it was proof that she'd put Cillian where he belonged, and drew the line brand new with markers before he could think of crossing the fading one. Cillian stared at her, tongue poking the inner layer of his cheek as the sting pulsed, then travelled from his cheek to his heart, gripping it like hands hell bent on ripping it out of his chest. After a beat of silence, he finally spoke. "All this...for that bastard." "You're delusional," Bellatrix spat. "And this has nothing to do with Damien. Do you honestly think you can threaten me, ask me to be a good little wife after everything and get away scoot free," she chuckled, the sound bouncing off the walls of the backroom and piercing Cillian's ch