At that point, I didn't care anymore.
I really wanted Julian to hurt and to feel even a fraction of what he once made me feel.
So I grabbed Lewis's hand and placed it firmly around my waist.
His palm was wide and warm through my sweater.
He stiffened instantly, every muscle going tight, like he wasn't sure if he was allowed to touch me like that.
But he didn't pull away.
And that was enough for me.
I glanced at Julian.
His jaw was clenched so hard I could hear the grind of teeth.
Seeing that tension on his face… gods, it felt good.
Almost like the first real taste of payback.
I remembered all too well how Camilla used to drape herself over him arms around his neck, hands on his waist, leaning in like she owned him and she always did it right in front of me.
And what did I do?
I quietly asked him to set boundaries, to show just a little respect.
He had snarled at me like I was the problem.
"You're disgusting, Elena. Twisting everything. She is like my sister.
