“Are you kidding me?” I asked, not missing a beat. “You’re following me now?”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Nor do I have to,” I said, punching the table in utter frustration. “You’re not supposed to be following me around, or demanding any explanations from me. Don’t you realize how creepy that is?”
He leaned forward. His eyes were icier than usual, and his nostrils were a little flared. “What’s the nature of your relationship with him?”
I scoffed indignantly. “None of your damned business, that’s what.”
“Scarlett—”
I stood up, and he did the same. He towered over me, but I told myself to not feel any fear. He was in the wrong here. He was the one who’d attacked an innocent, and couldn’t even be punished for what he’d done.
“Why’d you do that to him?” I asked softly, and as I
