“What did you tell him?"

"What was I supposed to tell him? Oh, there's some crazy ass stalker guy who gets insanely possessive and jealous when I so much as talk to other men?"

"Yes," Jas growls. "Or something to that effect.”

“Well, I did tell him something.”

His icy gaze fix me. “What?”

"That I was..." I swallow. "Involved with someone."

"You're not involved with someone."

His words make my heart sink and I glance at him, swallowing again. "Then what am I?"

"You're fucking owned by someone. You're mine, Petal. Did you tell him that?"

I have to fight the urge to smile, covering my mouth and pretend-coughing.”