I felt as Brodie’s arms slipped around my stomach. It felt as though his warmth offset the coldness in my soul. Slowly making me feel more human, more myself. To everyone in the room, I must have looked like his little toy. One that he could force to attack and then wind back in. It looked like he controlled me. Except it wasn’t like that. Brodie might have known what buttons to push, but so did I. He hadn’t used me to curb Gerald. That wasn’t the purpose of my anger. It had all been to prove that I shouldn’t be underestimated. That I was just as strong as Brodie and should be respected.
I didn’t even care if it looked like Brodie was controlling me. I knew the truth and, frankly, he could control me whenever he wanted to. The heat pumping through my system was enough to make me desperate
