“I have never in my life”—I slammed the book onto the shelf in emphasis—“allowed someone to have this sort of torrid power over me, but you…” I faced him again, wishing he was close enough to slap. “You make me feel like I’m burning,” I grated, “like I’m going to die from it. All the while you’re only baiting me along so I’ll dance to your tune and amuse you. I hate it, and I won’t fall for it anymore!”
