“Don’t make this about you. How many times do I need to say it? I’m not afraid of you!” He threw his hands up. “Maybe you should be fucking scared of me. I’m the worst you’ll ever be with. No one else will come near you as I won’t allow it.” He thumped his chest, breathing hard, straining his immaculate graphite suit. “I’d kill for you, Tess. I have killed for you. Don’t undermine me by fearing others. Fear me. Let me rule you!” He rushed forward, capturing my nape. “My life guards your life. Tu es à moi.” You’re mine.
