He reached out, grabbed hold of her wrist, fingers pressing into her flesh. ‘What kind of an idiot do you take me for?’ Beneath his grip, the bones in Livvy’s wrist smarted, the pain hot, sharp. ‘Let go. You’re hurting me.’ He tightened his hold on her, brought his face towards hers, the heat of his breath angry against her skin. ‘I’m hurting you? Your sister acts like some crazy stalker and you don’t even have the decency to tell me? And now I’m the one in the wrong?’
