The look on Stefan's face told me arguing would be pointless and every instinct inside me screamed that this man wasn't someone who accepted being told no.
The realization settled heavily in my stomach.
Neither of us moved for a moment.
Then I slowly pushed myself out of Levi's car.
I bet Levi knew better than to oppose Stefan.
My legs felt strangely weak.
Part exhaustion.
Part fear.
Part frustration.
The second my feet touched the pavement, Stefan immediately grabbed my wrist in a hurry.
What the hell?
I sucked in a sharp breath.
His grip wasn't particularly painful, it was just firm.
It was the kind of grip that made it very clear he wasn't asking permission as he had mentioned.
"What are you doing?" I demanded.
Stefan didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he simply sta
