Mia's POV

"I don't have anything to say to you," I said quickly, trying to push past Xavier before this conversation could go any further.

Get away. Just get away before this gets worse.

But his hand shot out, gripping my arm with firm pressure. "Oh, you have plenty to say. And you're going to say it."

His touch burns. Even angry, even terrified, my body still responds to him.

"Let go of me," I hissed, trying to wrench my arm free.

"Not until we get some ...