She’s thrashing around in my lap so much I’m starting to worry she’s going to hurt herself. “Emerson,” I growl, grabbing a hold of both her wrists in one of my hands. “You are going to hurt yourself. I understand this is a shock, and I understand why you are upset, but there is nothing you can do or say to change that you’re mine. I’m never going to let you go, and the sooner you understand that, the better off you’ll be.”
