Ottilyn's P.O.V.
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"Where the hell was I for that conversation, because I never remember promising you sh.it?"
That question hung in the air between us. I could tell that it made Andrew angry, but he was able to keep himself under control. I watched his jaw tick as he set down his fork and picked up his napkin. Then he looked in the eyes, his dark ones stern.
"Otti, it's okay, you don't have to be afraid anymore," he finally said.
"Oh, I'm not," I replied sarcastically.
Andrew ignored my little comment.
"I got you away from those two finally," he continued. "You don't have to pretend any-"
"Listen to me," I cut him off as I leaned my elbows on the table. "I asked you when I ever agreed to any of this. What made you ever think that t
