Faye.

The car came to a halt at the side of a country road. Neil stared at me. “Why are you behaving like that?”

I tightened my hands into fists on my lap. I had listened long enough. I had allowed him to order me about, say what I was to wear, and now he wanted to tell me what kind of a person I was to be. That was one step too far.

“My problem,” I replied, firing a glare back at him, “is that you think you can shape me into nothing more than a doll you conveniently picked off ...