C21 CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

But then as the rain starts to fall harder, he grabs my arm and swings me partially around. His blue eyes are as dark as the clouds above our heads. “All I need to know is if you’re his willingly. Are you?”

Of all the— “I’m not his,” I sputter indignantly. “He doesn’t fucking own me.” And for some reason this sets off a flare of intensity and… satisfaction? in Jason’s expression. That’s it