Cliff's POV
I pulled Vanya into the car parked outside the school, the atmosphere inside as cold as an ice cellar.
"Give me an explanation," I demanded, my voice icy with suppressed anger.
Vanya showed no fear, responding candidly, "I want to study finance at Wolfe."
"I forbid it," I blurted out without hesitation, a sense of resistance welling up within me for no apparent reason.
"By what right do you forbid it?" she retorted, undaunted.
"Because I am your mate!" I raised my voice, my tone even colder. "Vanya, don't think I don't know what you're up to!"
"What are you talking about?" she feigned innocence, looking at me with an air of bewilderment.
"Melinda is at this school, and you deliberately followed to make things difficult for her!"
I accused, my mind's eye filled with Mel
