Alina's POV
A smirk tugged at my lips. This was exactly what I loved to see—the pure shock written all over Emily's face. It sent a warm rush of satisfaction through me.
"Aiden, you just laid your hands on me… because of that woman," Emily said. Her voice cracked with pain, and my smirk only grew wider.
"Emily, I… I didn't mean to," Aiden stammered. "I told you to stop hitting her. She's in pain and I—" He stepped closer, reaching out, but she shoved him back hard.
Emily spun toward me. I flashed her a quick, evil grin. The second I felt Aiden's eyes on me, I dropped it and replaced it with a soft, pitiful look, my shoulders slumping.
"You will regret laying your hands on me," she hissed. Then she turned and stormed off.
"Emily, I'm sorry! Emily, wait!" Aiden called, hurrying after her.
I pushed myself up from the floor. My fingers brushed my forehead and came away sticky with blood. It didn't matter. Aiden had hit her. That alone made my chest feel light. I was satisfied.
