David towered over me, making me feel claustrophobic the way his presence enveloped me, trapping me not just in the Manor, but in my room, forcing me into the smallest space possible, closing around me so tightly I nearly suffocated. I looked down at my hands on my lap. “I won’t,” I promised.

“Good.” David’s hand squeezed tighter on my shoulder, the same shoulder that had been sore all night, and pulled me to my feet. My jaw ached from how tightly I clenched it. In my chest, fire ...