(Melissa pov)
“Open the door.”
“No.”
“You’re not seriously refusing to let me in my own room,” Adriano’s voice came from the other side, calm but edged with something dangerous.
“I am,” I replied, arms crossed even though he couldn’t see me. “And I will continue to refuse.”
“You’re still angry.”
I laughed dryly. “You think?”
“I let you go to class.”
“You didn’t let me do anything,” I snapped. “You sent armed guards to follow me like I’m some kind of criminal.”
“You’re not a criminal.”
“Then stop treating me like one!”
Silence again.
“You’re not safe,” he said finally.
“And whose fault is that? I was perfectly safe before you dragged me into this,” I shot back.
“No,” he replied quietly. “You weren’t.”
I shook my head even though he couldn’t see me.
“You don’t get to rewrite
