"Get into the car, Stella."
James's icy, hard-voiced authority sent a shiver of fear along my spine. I wanted to protest, scream, and run away, but the blinding ferocity in James's eyes pinned me to the spot. His anger pulsed around and through me, its reality completely impossible to ignore.
"No, I am not going anywhere with you," I said, my voice shaking even as I tried to sound firm.
He didn't give me the chance to protest anymore. His hand darted out with unexpected force, catching my wrist in a tight grip as he pulled me toward the car. "You don't have a choice tonight. Not after all you've done."
I tried to struggle free, but he clung tenaciously. "James, let go," I pleaded gently, but he was unfazed. It was not until we were in the car that he released me, the engine roaring int
