He slid his fingers beneath my chin, angling my face to stare up at him. “I think you like the idea of me being so consumed with jealousy that I would kill anyone for you, so let me make something very clear to you. I was willing to look past this once, but the next time? It won’t matter if he’s your friend or not; the next person you let touch you will die by my hand, and I will make sure he suffers.”
