My heart shook at those words, and everything within me fought to refute. A voice in my head, an ache in my heart, a throb at the place Ender grazed me just to use me to get what he wanted. It left something burning and drumming deep within, I could not hold back. And I refused to do that.
"I do not belong to you." I glared at him, pulling my face from his touch.
"I am a living, breathing being. I do not belong to you or your brother. I am not an object or a toy to be handed, taken, seized, or captured. I am not a toy to fulfill your desires or a tool to exert revenge on. And I won't let you claim me." I snapped, my voice raging and my heart pounding with fear, anger, and pain.
Ender's eyes twinkled. Not in anger, but in strange, cruel excitement. He was acting different, strange, and i
