“Please don’t get yourself in danger again, sweetheart. I cannot take it anymore,” Sam grumbles into my hair, holding me tight, not letting me escape. We are still naked and try to talk with low voices to not wake Rory up.
“Get myself in danger? Who painted a target on my back? Not me! Well, saving my sister was technically my fault, but that’s it. Besides, if I had known your agent was already on it, I might have contacted her instead,” I rant and look up at Sam. He presses his lips together as I speak. Refusing to play by his fiddle, I try to push myself out of his arms. The result is lacking as I only accomplish Sam clenching his jaw. I mimic his expression. I’ve had enough.
“That’s beside the point,” he answers reluctantly. “I just want you to do as I say to keep you safe.”
“As you
