“You don’t know anything. And you have no right to tell me what to do. I don’t belong to you or your brothers, so you can all just butt out!” Malice makes a noise in his throat, low and rough. He stalks toward me slowly, making my heart beat harder with every step he takes. “You’re wrong about that,” he says evenly. “You’re ours.” I shake my head, my hair shifting around my shoulders. Tears burn in my eyes, and my chest aches as I force out the words. “I don’t want to be. I don’t want to belong to you if you lie to me and treat me like a pawn.”
