“It’s exactly what you’re doing.”
“We’re protecting you.”
“Protection without choice is f*****g control, Dad. And I got enough of that bullshit in my marriage, thank you.”
The words cut through the office, and nobody speaks. Locke’s hand drops from the back of my chair, his face unreadable.
That should probably stop me, but it doesn’t… because he’s the one that I’m angriest with. Not because he’s done the most, or the worst, but because I expected better from him.
I got to my feet now, and face him. “You said we make decisions together.”
“We do.”
“No. We did. Until you got all protective and alpha asshole.”
His jaw tightens. “I saw the bruises he put on you. Twice.”
“I know.”
“He’s stalking you, Zara. He knows where you work, where you shop, where you live.”
“Again, I know.”
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