Sophie's smile vanished, and her voice turned cold. "What are you here for?"
That was a very good question.
Thomas Shannon tilted his elegantly contoured chin slightly. "As you can see, I came to find Harry."
"Now that you've found him, can you leave?"
"What, are you eager for me to go?"
Sophie smiled faintly. "Isn't it obvious enough?"
Go find your Raina Bell! Stop being an eyesore here!
Sophie felt a suffocating anger lodge in her throat; it was stuck, unbearable, neither able to rise nor fall.
She couldn't do anything to herself, so why couldn't she at least vent a few words at him?
Thomas Shannon snorted, then tightened his grip on her chin. "You seem to have forgotten that everything here is mine. The sofa you're sitting on is mine, the bed you're lying on is mine, even the food you put in your mouth is mine."
Sophie pursed the corner of her mouth. Pain, so much pain...
His grip was so strong, as if he would crush her bones in the next second.
