“Don’t you remember, Brahms? As long as you’re at Redwood Prep, you belong to me.” “I belong to no one.” “That’s where you’re wrong, Cadey.” His amber eyes are glowing. “You. Belong. To. Me.” “Sorry to burst your sadistic little bubble, Dutch, but I’m not your property. You don’t get to just,” my voice climbs as my temper explodes, “boss me around.” “That’s exactly what I can and will do,”
