Dragging my hands to my face, I wiped my lips with the book of my elbow as I glared at him.
Anger rushed through me like a waterfall, but nothing like the hurricane within my own heart. The air between us was tense, and if anyone reached out and sliced the air with a knife, it'd actually cut.
James stood, his gaze locked on me with a half-smile, half-possessiveness.
I loathed that expression. Like he already knew what I was going to do. No matter how I tried, I'd always land exactly where he wanted me to be.
I swallowed, but his flavor was still on my lips. His scent was all around, clinging to my skin, so I couldn't help but think about what had happened.
My breathing was uneven, and my fists tightened. I felt like pushing him off. Shouting.
But he just smiled.
"You'll never belong
