His jaw ticks, and he pushes into my space. My muscles tense with a strange anticipation. “I don’t like babysitting you any more than you like being here. But if you want to survive your time at Flighthaven, it’s in your best interest to cooperate.” I suck in a breath. If I want to survive? Is he threatening me? “What is that supposed to mean?” His chest rumbles. “It means I’m trying to keep you alive.” “By yelling at and browbeating me?”
