Giselle's face was contorted with his grip, her delicate features melding into an oddly captivating allure.

“There's nothing to explain,” Giselle managed to say, her voice muffled and resolute as Henry Jefferson pressed on her cheeks with his fingers.

“Well,” Henry remarked coolly, clicking his back teeth together. “Then let's see if your mouth is tough or mine.”

Without giving Giselle a chance to resist, he leaned in quickly and captured her lips in a fervent, ...