Mina's POV
"I'm not going to wear this," Mina threw the dress on the floor crossing her arms in defiance.
"I am having some guests over this evening and I need you by my side," Marcus picked up the dress.
"I don't give a s**t if you have the pope down there I'm not going," Scowling she knew it probably wasn't smart to say no to the psycho vampire, but she couldn't take it anymore.
For whatever reason this psycho set his sights on her and seemed to think she was just going to accept it. No way in hell would she lie down and take it, even if it cost her life. In a blur she was slammed into the wall Marcus's hand squeezing her throat just enough to make it difficult to breath but not enough to make it impossible.
"I'm growing tired of your disrespect," He leaned forward his lips brush
