ANNIKA'S POV
“And you think I'll agree? Annika, it's not just for you to decide!” he snapped.
His eyes became cold and unfamiliar, like the way it was before we got into this arrangement. He looked at me darkly, making me feel goosebumps. I should be afraid of him, however, I don't feel any fear at all. Deep inside me, I had this feeling that he would never resort to hurting me physically.
I challenged his gaze and spoke. “What now? I'm not allowed to decide on what's best for us. . . or myself, and yet, Juliette gets to decide for you? Manipulate you? Make you follow her bidding?” I laughed bitterly. This is ridiculous!
He sighed and looked defeated, but his eyes remained strong and persuasive. “Annika, please. . .I won't let you go. No. . .I can't ever let you go. . .or I would lose
