I pressed my lips together and looked away. "It's not my place to answer that call."
The words came out before I could stop them, and I knew immediately what they sounded like. A flat refusal to acknowledge his family. An insult wrapped up in politeness. I regretted it the moment his expression fully shifted.
"Not your place?"
He reached out and grabbed my chin before I could move. His grip was firm and deliberate, his eyes locked onto mine with something cold and burning all at once. "Are you telling me that after all the time you've spent around Marcus, you're already picturing yourself as someone else's?"
The phone kept ringing. I ignored it.
His grip tightened. "Has he kissed you the way I have? If Marcus had asked you to answer a call like this, you would have done it without thinking twice, wouldn't you?"
