I open my mouth to voice those words. But before I can, Phoenix snarls wordlessly. He seizes my wrists in his grasp and drags me over to the edge of the veranda. Then he swings me around so that I’m facing him and pushes me backwards against the balcony.
I scream, but immediately, his fingers are around my throat.
“Go ahead and scream, little lamb. But no one’s coming to save you,” he hisses in my face. “You want to know how much you mean to me? Why don’t I throw you over this f*****g railing and show you?”
I tremble, unmoored by the rage displayed in his flawless face. He’s so beautiful, even in anger.
“Please, Phoenix…”
“You wanted the truth, Elyssa. This is the f*****g truth. You are nothing to me.”
A tear slips from the corner of my eye. “Fine,” I whisper. “You want to throw me o
