The Elite Game

Chapter 71. Confortations and Responsibilities.

I stare at Everett in shock, my mind reeling from her chilling words.

But my moment of surprise quickly gives way to simmering anger.

Rising to my feet, I glare down at her, refusing to be cowed. "What is that supposed to mean, Everett?" I spit, my voice laced with fury.

Everett just looks up at me with an unreadable expression before slowly rising to her feet, her mouth twisting in distaste.

I scowl at her, my temper flaring, " what did you mean by that?...," I say dangerously.

Everett lifts her chin defiantly, meeting my gaze with a cold, calculating stare. "It means exactly what you think," she says, her tone dripping with malice.

I clench my fists, the muscles in my jaw tightening. "Are you threatening me?" I growl.

She regards me with disdain, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "Not a threat, no," she says, her long, sharp nails digging into my chest as she jabs a finger at me. "It's a promise."

Each poke sends a shiver of revulsion down my spine. "Remember this, Ande," she