“I need to use the restroom before we go.” She looked at him expectantly. “You do not need my permission to do so, Tessa. Certainly not in our own rooms.” “Your rooms,” she corrected so quietly he almost didn’t hear her. He reached over and gripped her chin, drawing her eyes back to his. “I don’t like this, Tessa. I don’t like…” He trailed off when she seemed to stare right through him.
