GABRIELLE’S POV
I pushed at his chest, but he didn’t move. His body heat trapped me, and the music from the bar still thumped faintly through the walls.
“You don’t own me,” I said.
“No?” he murmured, tilting my chin up. “But you wanted me to see you. Didn’t you?”
“You don’t get to act jealous,” I snapped. “You left me waiting all night and you claimed it wasn’t a big deal. Now you’re being possessive?”
“You were supposed to stay out of this world,” he said, his voice rougher now. “You think it’s a game?”
“Oh, please,” I said, my throat tight. “I’m a virgin not a prude. I know about drugs, strippers, and sex.”
His eyes darkened. “That’s not all this place is. That’s what I came here for last night. To cut my ties with them.”
My mouth parted but no words came out.
“And now that I
