Chapter 37 The Fractured Illusions

• Without thinking, I lunge after her, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. "You don't get to walk away," I snarl, my voice rough with desperation. "You're mine. I won't let you go."
• She spins around to face me, her face wet with tears but filled with a fiery determination I haven't seen before. "I'm not your possession. You're just a man obsessed. And obsession kills, Viktor."
• Her words knock the wind out of me. My chest tightens, and for a brief moment, I see the truth in what she's saying. But the anger, the need to keep her close, drowns out the reason. I grab her by the throat, my hands shaking as I press her against the wall again, harder this time.