Alice’s POV
"I think it's time you let go of my arm."
My eyes dropped to where his hand was wrapped around me — not tight enough to leave a mark, but firm enough to keep me in place.
His big body loomed over mine.
Just to paint you a picture: one of his palms could easily wrap around my whole arm.
That's how big he was.
He finally let go — but he didn’t back away, didn’t stop staring at me.
"Don't play with fire, or you'll surely get burned," he said.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes and instead gave him a sadistic little smile.
The kind Joker would be proud of.
Brian stared at me a little too long, then stood up and disappeared into the bedroom.
***
I flopped back on the couch and started chanting to myself:
*"He's not good for you."*
*"He's not good for you."*
My he
