I thought he could be blabbering nonsense to scare me, but whatever his reason was for saying such a thing, it wouldn’t be enough to change my mind. “You can’t make me leave, Lance,” I told him.

“Should I be the one to depart, then?” He questioned while his eyes flared with wrath, and I cowered at my seat.

For a moment, I stared at him, and before he could notice how my eyes turned watery, I glanced up the ceiling and admired the exquisite chandelier in white and gold. “I’m sorry I hurt you, but can you at least give me another chance?” I pleaded with him, and he...