Forty-four

“Let go of me, Dorian,” I demanded, trying to shake my arm from his grip.

“Why do you do that? Soon as you don’t like the topic of conversation you want to run off. You have every right to be mad at Darius, but this would have eventually happened anyway. No matter what you think you were always ours, this was always going to happen.”

“So, what you expect me to be okay with turning into a blood s