I had never heard him use this tone on me ever, all he did was drawl, spoke in low tones or stare at me. But give me a sharp retort? No.

Had I gone too far to anger him this much, I didn’t think so. But his eyes were so dark and full of annoyance that I second guessed myself but that didn’t stop my mouth from sprouting words.

“I don’t tell you what to do?” I echoed. I gave him an annoyed glare of my own. Why was I so angry?

“Who do you think you are? Who are you to decide how ...