I had never heard him use this tone on me ever, all he did was drawl, spoke in low tones or stare at me. But give me a sharp retort? No.
Had I gone too far to anger him this much, I didn’t think so. But his eyes were so dark and full of annoyance that I second guessed myself but that didn’t stop my mouth from sprouting words.
“I don’t tell you what to do?” I echoed. I gave him an annoyed glare of my own. Why was I so angry?
“Who do you think you are? Who are you to decide how my life could be?” I said angrily. I walked forward till I was face to face, or rather—face to chest. He was a good six foot eight and he towered over me.
He laughed, the laughter wasn’t even meant to be funny or endearing. It was a warning, his green eyes were almost as dark as mine. He glared down at me, his ja
