I sit up. The sheets pool around my waist. I’m wearing a thin t-shirt that’s too big for me, but Leo stillstudies my shape. He can’t help himself.
“I would have thought it was obvious,” he says, gesturing around to what I can see is a very largebedroom. “My room.”
“Because you lost the privilege of having your own space. You need to be watched, and I don’t trustanyone else to do the job anymore.”
I pull back the sheets and attempt to get out of bed, but he grabs my arm and pulls me down. I sink intothe mattress. The moment I’m down, he swings his leg over and gets on top of me.
“Get off of me,” I grunt.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Willow. You may have called the shots in the Mikhailov compound. Buthere, I’m the one who’s in charge.”
I laugh right in his face. “If you think I calle
