"Sir, I hadn't agreed to that. We haven't even talked about it," I said, forcing calm into my voice even as anger burned through my chest.
I couldn't believe how quiet the beast inside me was, I wasn't even struggling to keep it under control. Maybe it was because Jean was there.
But that didn't make sense either. Earlier, it had spiraled out of control when those men touched him. He was right there when I lost control.
I didn't understand how any of this worked.
"Is there something to talk about? I thought we already finished this conversation," the man said.
Was he serious? There was everything to talk about. This was not something I had agreed to. He had forced me all the way here.
"What about Harris?" Jean cut in. "Dad, Harris is fine. I swear he always makes sure I'm okay. It's not their fault I left the house. I left in a way none of them could have known."
