"What's your relationship with him? Why did he help you?" Kellan gritted his teeth, his voice sharp enough to cut.
This stupid woman.
Always waking up too early, always letting herself get used by others, smiling so sweetly without even realizing she was being played.
Just thinking about it made his blood boil.
Rachel hesitated before whispering, "We have no relationship."
But no matter how much she explained, he wouldn't believe her. In his mind, she had already seduced Donahue.
Since he had decided that, her words were useless, and she didn't bother wasting them anymore.
Kellan's icy gaze burned through her.
His thin lips curled as he spat out each word with a hostility that left no room for refusal. "You'll wear these shoes, whether they fit or not."
Without another glance, he strode toward the dance floor.
"Okay," Rachel muttered softly, obediently following behind.
Did she even have a choice? She never had a choice.
