“Then why is he grabbing you like that? Doesn’t he know how to use his words?” Anya glares at me, but it fails to overshadow the fear she has of the man towering over her like a predator. His detached gaze lands on me and I stiffen. “I can use my words,” he slurs. “I can do lots of things with my mouth. Wanna see?” Ambrose growls through clenched teeth, “Don’t you fucking talk to her. Don’t even look at her.”
