The thumb of the hand he holds mine with traces slowly down my palm, gliding over every small crease.
“I care if you look like you want to be bitten by an Amery.”
“I didn’t look like anything,” I snap, annoyed. “Stop making things up and stop trying to control me.”
“Controlling you is exactly what I intend to do.”
A wolfish smile forms on his lips, raising the hairs on my neck. I try, in vain, to break free and leave him standing in the middle of the floor—it would humiliate him. It’s useless—he’s far stronger than me. His eyes briefly flick to something over my head, and just as I’m about to turn to see what caught his attention, he surprises me by dipping me backward in his arms. He’s no longer looking at anyone—only at me. His eyes drop to mine, trace my cheeks, linger on my lips, a
