"Wh-why did you bring me here?"
I asked, my voice shaking a little. It was not like I was afraid of him, I kind of was, but that was not the point. I just did not want to melt under his touch again.
"You should already know that."
Daniel said as he got on the bed, moving closer to me with slow, deliberate steps. I held my breath as his arm reached out, fingers closing around my wrist.
He pulled me toward him until our faces were inches apart, close enough that I could feel the heat of his breath on my lips.
"No one gets to speak to Diana like that."
Huh? So he dragged me all the way back here, locked the bedroom door, just to say that? I knew he was overprotective toward Diana, she was his only family left, but still. This felt excessive.
"She's the one who started it by calling my father that."
I replied, swallowing hard, my throat was tight.
"She did,"
He said evenly,
"But you can't slap."
"She blocked it."
"Still, what if she didn't block?"
