Chapter Eleven -- Slumber Parties and Spankings
Vincent’s hand closed around my wrist like a steel vice, his grip hard enough to send a bolt of pain up my arm. He barely gave me time to steady my footing before he yanked me down the corridor.
"I see you've grown clever," he growled, dragging me behind him. "Getting rid of Collins like that. Was that your way of telling me you want to play games?"
"Maybe," I shot back, twisting against his grip. "Or maybe your little watchdog just isn’t as sharp as you think."
His fingers tightened painfully. "Careful, Jana."
"Or what?" I sneered. "You’ll call your mother to come rescue you?"
That stopped him in his tracks. He turned sharply, his face inches from mine. His eyes were dark and narrow, seething with something between fury and frustration
