Ruby's POV
Jake's grip was tighter these days.
Not just his hold on my wrist.
Or the way his fingers dug into my waist whenever we were in public.
Not just the way his eyes followed me wherever I went.
It was in the rules.
The expectations.
The invisible chains.
"You don’t need to speak unless spoken to."
"You don’t need to leave my side."
"You don’t need anyone but me."
I was never alone.
Not even for a second.
And when I was, it was because he let me be.
Because he wanted me to think I had a choice.
But there was no choice.
Not anymore.
Not when he had erased every escape.
And now, it was worse.
Because now, I was carrying his child.
Now, Jake had an excuse for his possessiveness.
An excuse for his obsession.
"I’m just protecting you, love."
"You should be careful
