Ella

I yank my hand out of George's grip, feeling the heat of his touch burn into my skin.

His eyes, filled with a storm of emotions—anger, confusion, concern—lock onto mine. He's never seen me like this. Hell, I've never seen myself like this. There's a mixture of shock and disappointment in his gaze, like he's waiting for me to snap out of it and return to the composed, measured Ella he used to know. But that version of me seems miles away now, and I'm ...