His hand let go of my wrist and grabbed my chin. The force of his grasp pained me. Forcing me to face him, he smirked. Was I imagining it or was he getting off on the power he had over me? It was disgusting. Vile. A tear slipped down my cheek. “Please, Cyrus. Stop!” I tried to say through broken words. I caught a flash of movement over his shoulder. “Take your hands off your future queen,” Bellamy’s deep voice threatened from behind Cyrus.
