Veil had never been shy about using harsh methods with Sierra.
He had no choice—she was just too damn stubborn.
That was simply her nature.
Even in the original story, she'd always been this way, constantly stirring up trouble.
But who was Veil?
He was the villain, not some damn protagonist blessed with golden luck. Why should he chase after some chosen girl like a lost puppy?
If Sierra behaved, he might throw her a treat. If not? He'd crush her until she remembered her place.
That was the only approach that ever worked with her.
"You..." Sierra clenched her fists, her voice trembling.
Veil frowned. "You what?"
"I..."
She wanted to explode, to lash out. But in front of Veil—someone who never offered her the courtesy of saving face—she felt like every bit of armor she wore had been ripped away, leaving her utterly exposed.
Her eyes, already red-rimmed, brimmed with tears. They spilled freely now, hitting the spotless floor one by one.
