Emily's wrist throbbed under James's grip.
“Let go," she said. “We're done."
“We haven't even started," he replied.
His other hand left the wall and caught her second wrist, pinning both against the cold marble.
“James," she said, low and dangerous. “This is assault. Let. Me. Go."
His eyes searched her face, raw and restless. “You really thought a new name would keep me from finding you?"
“I didn't think about you at all," she said.
They both knew that wasn't completely true, but she wasn't giving him honesty.
Something flickered in his gaze—hurt, anger, something darker.
“Why did you run?" he asked. “Why didn't you wait for me to fix it?"
She stared at him, disbelief sharp.
“You had me locked up," she said. “You told the police I was unstable. You watched them drag me away. And
