“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you of all people ought to know you lost the right to even offer your input into my life a long time ago.” Keep your shit together. Don’t let him see your tears. He’s not worth it. “As of today,” he continued, his ice-blue eyes trained on her face, “I’m in charge of your safety. Every move you make will be subject to my approval. And you’re sure as hell not going to Paris. End of story.”
