Michael's eyes flashed with a dangerous light, and his face was filled with restrained anger.
My rationality told me not to provoke him, but the surging emotions still struck my chest, and it made me look at him defiantly.
Michael walked up to me, pushing the table aside.
"Get up, Cecily," Michael ordered in a dangerous voice.
"I won't," I refused.
What I was doing, what I was saying, didn't make any sense. I only wanted to rebel against Michael.
Michael reached out and pulled me out of the chair. He moved like a beast.
I screamed and tried to get rid of Michael's hand. "Let go of me, you b*stard! You idiotic Lycan Lycan of the royal family. All you can do is control me, but I don't like this. Maybe someone will like you like this. Go find your ex-girlfriend, Joanna. She must enjoy her time with you!"
"Shut up!" Michael stood in front of me and said through gritted teeth.
"Why should I shut up? You're the one... "
