“She’s not your concern,” I say menacingly. “She doesn’t want to hear from you, she doesn’t want to see you. And you won’t see her again. Not unless you want to answer to me.” Jason’s jaw tightens, but then he rolls his eyes and nods. I lean into him a little harder. “Tell me you understand,” I say, and he huffs. “Tell me,” I growl. “I understand.”
