Cynthia Dion: 

He looked angry when he held my hand and registered what I was going to do.

"Not this time, Cynthia!" he grunted under his clenched jaw, "you wanted to be a whore of the Rogues? I’m going to make you that right now," he mumbled with determination, making me worried about his plans.

"What---ouch!" I tried to speak, but his grasp against my wrist silenced me before I mustered the strength to speak again.

"Atticus! Set me free," I cried, but he ...