Rose’s POV

I did not look at him, did not give him a glance at the hurt that flamed in my eyes. I did not want him to think that his touch still held sway over me. I did not want him to think that I'd ever capitulate on this. But he was moving me toward him, forcing me into confrontation.

"Get away from me, Victor," I told him, my tone icy, my muscles tense with the energy between us.

And he did not release me. He held me with both hands tightly in a position in front of me that I did ...