Caleb walked me to my bedroom, his hand on the small of my back as he guided me. It wasn’t a kind of sweet gesture. It was controlling. One wrong move and he’d rip my spine out.

“Are you going to invite me in?” he asked when I stopped at my bedroom.

“No,” I said, shaking my head.

“I’ve been in your room before,” he pointed out.

“Yes, when I was a child and you weren’t a creep,” I reminded him.

“Hmph. Well, this is my mansion,” he ...