Violet

I looked at him.

His hazel eyes flashed dangerously.

This crazy bastard.

My jaw clenched. My fingers curled into fists by my side, my body trembling from rage.

"You do not own my body," I said, my voice cold. "I'm not a property that is yours."

He paused, as if just now realizing the weight of his words.

Matthew sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He let go of my wrist. "It seems like we're both too emotional to have a proper conversation," he said. "I didn't come here to fight with you, Violet. I came here to make up. You know how I don't function properly...