“You said you wanted this, Harmony,” he growled. “Gonna have to clue you in, seeing that fucker still has his claws in you so deep, you don’t know what’s standing right in front of you. Me. Let me erase that doubt you’ve got swirling in your head, doubt that fucker put there. You. Are. Mine. You’ve been mine from the moment I saw you in that damn hallway. Gave you time, Little Song, even gave you a choice. You said yes. You want me—you get all of me.”
