~ TESS ~

Killan slides his other hand up, cuffing my wrist tightly with his fingers as he whispers, “Simply Tess, I’m trying to be polite, but you’re starting to piss me off. Let go of this cylinder and move your hands. I’m not asking again.”

Frustrated, I huff, “Stop calling me that.”

He turns his head, looking at me. “Why?”

Keeping my eyes forward, staring at our interwoven hands, I try to decide how to respond.

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