Chapter 17

RHIANNON

“What do you want from me?!” I yelled.

“Is there a need to ask what I want when you already know?” he asked, crouching down to meet my gaze directly.

“Look what you’ve done to me. My ankle is sprained and worse, I can’t even go to work like this!” I said angrily, my chest heaving as I stretched my hand to reach for something else to hit him with.

“You’re trying to hit me again, Ria?” he asked, his lips curling into a smirk.

“If it’ll keep you away from me, then yes,” I answered, swallowing hard.

He stood up straight and slipped a hand into his pocket.

“Do you know what I love about you? It’s the fact that you can’t and don’t accept defeat.”

What’s really wrong with this man? Is he truly Prince Charming or a psychopath?

“How did you even get in?” I asked, knowing the truth—that he got in with the key—