“You’re not my prisoner,” he murmurs, something heavy settling in the air between us, making my bones seem dense and rendering me immobile. Electricity pulses in my blood, carrying it to the rest of my body as my heart falters, skipping a beat when he moves forward. “Oh,” I breathe, my brain unable to form another word. “But if you don’t turn around and leave right now, I’ll make you feel like one.”
