because you’re in love with him. It doesn’t have anything to do with—” Alec moved, blindingly fast. A sharp crack resounded through her head. He had shoved her against the wall so hard that the back of her skull had struck the wood paneling. His face was inches from hers, eyes huge and black. “Don’t you ever,” he whispered, mouth a blanched line, “ever say anything like that to him or I’ll kill you. I swear on the Angel, I’ll kill you.”
