“No, I don’t think that’s what you want at all. I think you like the push and pull. The anger, the hate. I think you love it. I think it makes you feel alive.” Cole’s blue eyes spark with fire and excitement. He snaps his hand out, grabs the leash attached to the collar, and wraps it around his fist. He yanks me even closer to him, smashing my face into his and putting immediate pressure on my neck. “I think you want to be owned and forced, Jo. I think that’s what gets you going. So stop pretending like you don’t like it and stop saying that you’ll run, ‘cause I’ll never let you run again.”
