EMMA
Zane was livid. His grip tightened on my upper arms and his neck had turned a deep crimson. I probably should have been afraid of him, but I couldn’t find that fear among all the hurt and anger. Telling me he owned me were not the words to make this situation better. Why didn’t he understand? As much as I hated to admit it, I was falling for him and Lucas both, but to them this was a game.
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