Beg, Because I won't Let You Go!
her eyes swept over Hazel again, “… clothes like that.”
Every word was like an icy needle piercing Hazel’s skin.
“I… I have to go,” Hazel finally murmured, turning to head back to the room, to safety.
“Wait.”
The command came with the same tone as Diego’s—authoritative, with the full expectation of being obeyed.
Hazel froze.
“I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced,” the woman said, her tone slightly softer now, but even more dangerous. “I am Cassandra Vanguard. Diego’s fiancée.”