“What?” My voice exploded out of me as I pulled my wrist out of his grip. Taking a firm step back, I placed my hands on my hips. “I most certainly am not!”
“You are,” he said, his voice making it clear he thought that this was obvious.
“No,” I said. “Never.”
Sebastian snorted. “We’ll have to agree to disagree.”
“We will not,” I snapped. “I don’t belong to you or anyone.”
In response, Sebastian laughed. Walking to the door, as if we weren’t in the middle of an important argument, he pulled it open.
“Tristan!” he barked.
A murmur came from behind the door, and the Prince of Darkness replied. Their words were too low for me to hear.
As soon as Sebastian slipped the door shut, I moved until I was standing right behind him.
He turned around, and I poked him in the chest. “We’re not done here,” I snapped.
The vampire prince to whom I’d been sold stared at me, taking my finger in his. “We’re not?”
Not by a very long shot. There was too much to be said.
I shook my head. “Putting aside the issue of you thinking you own me—which you don’t, by the way—you owe me an explanation.”