"You had no right to psychoanalyze me," I said, my voice steady despite the way my heart was pounding. "You stood there acting like you knew everything about me when, in reality, you know nothing."
I took a step closer, refusing to let him intimidate me this time.
"What you said yesterday..." I continued, holding his gaze, "...was completely out of line, Knox."
Another step.
"So don't ever do that again."
For the first time since I'd walked into the rink, I didn't look away. I stared straight into those unnervingly dark eyes of his, eyes so black they almost swallowed the light around them. There was something hypnotic about the way he looked at people, something intense enough to make anyone want to look away first.
Not this time.
If I wanted to stand up for myself, it had to start
