His hand moves to grip my hair, and he forces my head back so he can stare down into my face. His eyes glint. “If you run again, when I catch you, I’ll hurt you. Worse than this.” My scalp aches, and my eyes water. “I won’t run,” I gasp. His lip curls. “You’re lying. Don’t run again, Posy. I don’t want to hurt you.”
