~Valeria~
Zane's hand was clamped around my wrist so tight I could feel each of his fingers burning into my skin. His grip wasn't painful, but it definitely wasn't gentle either. It was claiming. Like he thought if he loosened up even a fraction I'd just disappear into smoke.
"You're not walking out that door," he said, his voice dropping to that low, rough register that made my stomach do things I absolutely should not be thinking about right now. "Those guys outside? They've all got wolfsbane daggers. You know what happens if you get stabbed with one of those? Your dad stays trapped forever because you'll be too busy bleeding out. So no. You're staying right here. With me. Where I can see you."
Oh cool, so we're doing the caveman possessive thing now. Love that for me.
"Zane, I can't
