I grind my teeth. Grey's gaze tells me not to fight this, that I should endure it, but why? Why should I have to put up with being watched in my own house by that outsider?
I firm up, deadly cold as I say, "Mom, that's never going to happen. As long as that b***h lives in this house, I'll never let her have peace."
I pull my hand out of hers and she stares after me with horror as I walk away. Sara's not eavesdropping just then or I would have slapped her. She has enough sense to avoid me right now. I march back to my room and slam my door.
Dropping onto the bed, I throw a hand over my eyes.
I mean, it shouldn't shock me that Mom also hates the idea of Grey and me together, that she'd actively try to stop it and get between us.
God, there isn't anyone behind us. I pull my hand away f
