He moves so fast I barely see it—one moment he’s in the chair, the next his hand is gripping my jaw, forcing me to meet his blazing eyes.
“That’s the second time you’ve accused me of that,” he growls, his face inches from mine. “And I don’t like your attitude.”
My wolf practically whimpers at his touch, at his nearness, responding to the dangerous edge in his voice with eager submission. The heat in my body intensifies at the contact, making my breath catch. But I refuse to back down. Not this time.
“What are you going to do about it?” I sneer, though my voice wavers slightly. “I don’t care about you, Seth. I don’t care about this stupid bond. Whatever you think gives you the right to barge into my life and act like you own me, you’re wrong.”
His grip tightens slightly, not painful but
