“What?” Steffan stared at her, his eyes widening. “What did you just say?”

Racheal kept quiet.

He heard her clearly the first time. She was not going to repeat herself.

“Look at me.” He grabbed her chin, his voice hard and his eyes harsh. “You will never say that again.”

“You will force me to stay with you?” She challenged, staring in his eyes.

“You bet I will.” Steffan yelled.

“You will have to lock me in some cage like your father did at that camp. ...