“Finance class next,” he said, still with his tight grip on my hand, prodding his hard bulge as I tried unsuccessfully to pull my hand away. “Ol’ Deano’s class.”
“And so?” I hissed back at him.
“Gotta make sure he stays away from you too, just like the Yorkies,” he assured me. “Now that your daddy is dead, you’re all ours, sweetheart, all ours.”
“I belong to no one,” I snarled, finally freeing my hand from him.
“Yeah, you do. You belong to us. And James York knows what happens when he gets too close to you,” he stated darkly, sending a shiver down my spine.
“What? What did you do to him?” I pressed, moving away again, only for him to move closer and grab my hand, lacing his fingers into mine. The warmth of his palm pressed against mine was strangely comforting.
“I told you, Adina, he got fucked by his girlfriend, Matika, with the electric drill. Now, c’mon, let’s go to class,” he stepped forward, and once he realized that I wasn't following him, he yanked my arm. “C’mon, Boleyn, don’t piss me off.”
This was not a man displaying his affection. This was a man asserting his dominance, and it left me cold. But when I tried to fight him by trying to pull my hand away, his grip bit down harder.
“Don’t you care?” I asked him as we strode toward the business school. “Don’t you care that students see you holding hands with me, a plain Jane?”
“Hadn't noticed them looking,” he replied dryly, “and I don’t care.” We walked further along to Ashthorn Castle to cut through the cafes, then across the road toward the Business School. “My eyes do not see a plain girl when I look at you, Adina.”
‘Maybe you’ve got something wrong with your eyes,” I argued as he loosened his grip on my hand a little to revive my circulation.
He lowered his head to gaze at my face, scrutinizing my features, “No, my eyesight works perfectly fine.”
