L E I L A N I
He was right. And that was the most infuriating thing of all.
"But that doesn't give you the right to own me," I said, trying to suppress my anger. "I'm not a piece of property. I'm a person. I have a life, a past, a future that you had no right to take away."
"You're right," he said again, and this time, there was a hint of something else in his voice. Something that sounded suspiciously like... respect. "You are a person. A strong resilient person. And you're the mother of my child. That gives me every right to protect you. Even if it's from yourself."
He turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, my heart pounding in my chest. I watched him go,
I found myself back in the kitchen, drawn by the smell of fresh coffee. Lyra was there, washing a few dishes. She loo
