Off Limits
"What happens when the stalker is broken, and the servers are clean, and my brother is standing in this room demanding to take me home?"
Peter leaned down, his face stopping a mere inch away from mine, his hot breath brushing against my cheek with a dark, possessive promise that left no room for retreat.
"Then I will redefine the parameters again," he murmured, his fingers tightening around mine with an absolute, unyielding strength that felt like a set of steel handcuffs. "Because once the dark is gone, Phoebe... I am never letting you leave this tower."