88 REGRETS AND REUNIONS

“What now? Are you going to kill me?” Kyra asked, her voice coming out muffled because of her swollen lips. She tried to stand up but fell back to the floor unable to get up. This dude is so crazy. How could he beat up a girl this bad? All her body was aching and she was certain she had broken a few bones from the kicks he had given her. “Of course not,” he chuckled, “But I'll make you wish I did,” he said, washing his hands in the sink. She stared at him as though he were a monster. “Oh, come on. Don't look at me that way. You're far worse than I am, y'know,” he told her with a smile. “I planned such a grand party and intentionally made it to be on her birthday but what did you do? You ruined everything in the worst way possible—” “—Now when she thinks about that day, she'll remember how she was almost raped and it's all thanks to you.” “I didn't ask for her to get raped,” she defended herself. Although it was untrue because she had told Adrien that was what she wanted,