“Hit me.” I step closer, bringing my hands behind my back. “Do it. Hit me. Please give me a reason to get a restraining order.” He doesn’t get to move a muscle or open his mouth when Saint stands between us, blocking John from me. “Get out.” The ice in his voice freezes the heated atmosphere. “Get out. I won’t ask again.” John drops his hand. “Landon, I’m—” Not sparing him a glance, I spin on my heel, head up to my room, and slam the door behind me.
