His hands were wandering now. I could feel the shift in him, the way his body pressed closer, the force in his movements. Fabian was consumed, obsessed, wanting everything from me.
I had to resist. I couldn't let this happen. The consequences… I couldn't even imagine them. How would I explain this to Finnick?
Summoning every ounce of courage, I swung my hand.
Slap!
The sharp sound echoed as I shoved him away. He stumbled, nearly falling, and froze as a spark of sense returned. He stared at me, eyes wide.
"I-I'm sorry, Vivian," he stammered. "I… I was too agitated. Don't be angry. Please… don't leave."
I barely recognized him. The Fabian in front of me wasn't the man I knew—he was raw, desperate, dangerous.
"Fabian, I hate you!" I shouted, grabbing my purse and running.
He collapsed to the floor, burying his head in his knees. Remorse swallowed him whole, and I didn't look back.
