James pulled Amelia’s hand as they trudged to the house. They got into the mansion, and he threw her forward.

She staggered forward and her bag fell off her shoulders to the floor.

“What do you think you’re doing with that guy?!” James asked.

“I wasn’t doing anything, okay? I was just eating lunch!”

“Lunch?! And he was feeding you?… Here…” He grabbed her hand roughly and looked at her palm.

“Stop! ...