I tried to struggle against him, but Chase was too strong.

"Stop trying to get out! Look at me!" he shouted, and that made me freeze. There was that dangerous energy coming from him again, a real, palpable danger.

I froze and stared at him, feeling my face flood with tears. His expression before was one of anger, but when I looked at him, it softened. His grip on my wrists lessened enough that it seemed as if he was just touching me there. Then he lowered his hand and waved it in ...