---- Chapter 4. I blew gently on the bowl of porridge in front of me, just warmed. For a moment, the rising mist blurred my vision. My eyes, dry and sore, began to sting faintly. Then the silence shattered-my phone, vibrating and screaming like it was possessed. I glanced down and saw a familiar name flashing insistently on the screen. Charles. Without thinking, I answered. Muscle memory. leven put it on speaker. "Mindy, where the hell were you last night? I told you to pack up and get the hell out. Are you deaf? You think if you hide, you can just get away with this? I'm telling you right now-either you apologize to Rhyn, or you come clean out your crap this second." ---- His voice pounded through the speaker in sharp, rapid-fire bursts, like a machine gun of blame and frustration. I didn't speak. Not until he was done. Then I said, almost lazily, "I'm coming now." The moment I pushed open the gate of Charles's villa, something flew straight at me. An ashtray. I didn't dodge fast enough. It hit me square on the forehead, sharp pain slicing through my skull. Warm blood trickled slowly down the side of my face. I reached up, pressing my hand to the wound, and looked at him. There was a flicker in my chest, not of rage-but something colder. He could've killed me. And part of me wondered if that would've been so bad. ---- He stood in the middle of the living room in grey loungewear, the kind rich men wear when they want to appear casual but in control. When he saw the ashtray had actually hit me, his expression faltered. He even took a step forward, as if reflexively, but stopped himself. "Are you that stupid? You couldn't duck?" I couldn't tell if he was upset because he might've hurt me, or because the ashtray now had blood on it. "I'm not a soldier," I said. Speaking tugged at the muscles in my forehead, sending another jolt of pain through me. My face must've looked awful- contorted and pale. Behind him stood Rhyn-the woman from the night before. She curled her lip at me like I was something sour she'd accidentally tasted. Her lace camisole