Rowena's POV. 9.
Tug of War.
Jason’s voice hit like a blade.
“And who the hell are you… to touch what belongs to me?”
Everything around me paused.
The whispers. The shuffling. Even the damn air.
I didn’t even know where to look. Jason’s grip on my wrist was tight—possessive. Adrian’s hand was still holding my other arm, firm but not forceful. My body was the rope between two pulling storms, and neither of them looked ready to back down.
“Let go,” I said, my voice shaky. “Let me go, both of you—”
“You don’t own her,” Adrian cut in, his voice low and sharp. “She’s not something to claim.”
Jason’s jaw twitched. “You just got here. I’ve known her since day one.”
I blinked. Known me? What the hell did that mean?
“Yeah? Then maybe you should’ve acted like it,” Adrian shot back.
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