LIANDREN’S POV

He’s not supposed to look at me that way.

Each time I spend with him, I question everything—even my sanity.

Right now, I don't know just how long I can keep up with this act.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I said, scooting up the bed, but this time his hand grabbed my thigh.

I froze, feeling the spark crawl from his grip.

My core scrunched in response as he yanked me forward.

As he moved, his hand fastened over my waist and he lifted me up to himself.

My hand ...