JESSICA'S POV
I thought Julian would stop. I thought when he noticed the entire lecture hall staring at me, whispering about me, he'd dial it back. Move on to a different topic.
He didn't.
"The fascinating thing about obsessive attachment," Julian continued, his voice carrying easily through the room, "is how it masquerades as love. As protection."
He walked slowly across the front of the room, his hands in his pockets, looking for all the world like he was discussing the weather. But his eyes—his eyes kept finding me. Again and again.
"Take, for example, a man who tracks his partner's location constantly. Who needs to know where she is, who she's with, what she's doing every moment of the day." His lips curved into a small smile. "He'll tell you it's because he cares. Because he want
