I smiled at him anyway.
“Did that hurt your feelings?”
His face changed.
There he was.
I would have enjoyed that much more if Mason hadn’t reached into his jacket at the exact same moment.
The syringe caught the light.
My rage disappeared under a wave of immediate, very practical fear.
“Oh, no. Absolutely f*****g not.”
Mason came toward me.
“Don’t make this difficult.”
I almost laughed.
“Are you new here?”
He reached for my arm.
I slapped his hand away.
“Ella.”
“Don’t f*****g call me that.”
He tried again, and this time I kicked at him. The chain stopped my leg short before I could connect properly, and Danny grabbed my ankle before I could pull it back.
“Get off me!”
He yanked.
My back hit the mattress and pain tore through my already bruised ribs.
I twisted, trying to
