I took my hand back. I placed them both on the table. But his hand was left on my thigh and remained there. I gave him a warning look. No one owns me.
"You owe me, Tara."
I looked away out of annoyance. Owe, not own. And besides, why does it seem like I’m the one indebted now? Because he’s the one who brought me here? Or is it because of his promise during our last conversation that he wouldn’t let his father harm my cousin, Dion?
"That is if he keeps a distance from you, Tara."
That's what he said. How is Dion supposed to get to me with the number of men they deployed around?
"Tara," he called warningly. I tiredly turned to him.
"You want everyone to know? Even your father?" I intended to make it sound sarcastic. We both know that it can’t be possible…
He leaned closer. Holding on
