It happened in the blink of an eye. He grabbed my sketchbook and tossed it aside. It landed on my bed. In the same movement, he brought a hand to my throat and swept me backward, slamming my spine against the wall. His tall frame loomed down over me, his green gaze narrowed. “You never, ever tell me what to do,” Gareth growled out, his chest rumbling with each spoken word.
