BRITNEY’S POV
“You will no longer go out there to train,” He decreed, his voice firm and authoritative. “Not until you’re fully recovered,” He said.
I flared up at the command, my instinct rebelled against his attempts to control me. “Who says I’m not fully recovered?” I asked him. Obviously, he wanted a reason to keep me captive, because he could clearly see that I was healed completely.
His stone cold gaze roamed over me, ravaging my body before finally resting on my face, “You know I could lock you up here and your parents won’t be able to do anything about it.” He threatened. The air seemed to vibrate with tension as we engaged in a silent stare-down.
His threat did something to me, it wasn’t fear that I felt, but a thrill that ran through my veins like a spark of electricity. The
