Emily's POV

I was so ashamed of myself and my eyes were teary. "You hooligan!"

"Don't you like hooligans?" Owen asked. "But why… are you crying?"

Owen let go of his hand and held me in his arms gently. "Fine, I'll stop, so you'll stop crying."

Owen's gentle coaxing was making me cry even louder. What a despicable man!

I bit him hard on the shoulder, but he didn't push me away. Instead, he tightened his grip. I continued to bite him with all of my remaining strength. It wasn't until the smell of blood spread across my mouth that I let go of him.

I heard Owen's gentle voice...