ARIA

Without even looking at his face, I try to race away from him but Ryder grabs my arm and forces me to whirl around and face him.

His eyes study my face as he pushes me against the wall, and there's a crease between his brows. "You've been crying."

"Could you let go of my arm?"

"Why? What happened?"

I turn my face away from him and my eyes are drawn to the spot where his hand is closed around my forearm. I don't know how I manage to keep my voice so calm despite the fact that he's ...