Until I see a switch in Tony. His eyes go dark. It kicks my ass to a stance. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Jane.” He stands, puffing out his chest. “Go sit down—” “Hey,” I cut in, my stride severe. Urgent. “What the fuck are you doing?!” Tony uses his height to loom over Jane. To physically intimidate her—and I bolt, fury blasting in my veins, and I draw her behind me in an instant, and I confront him full-force. I’m not shoving him back. I’m done with that shit.
Hell no he didn't
