Gregori turns to me. “I understand you don’t believe us, but that doesn’t change who he is.” “What do I have to do to get you to let him go?” My words are cold enough to send a chill down my own spine. “There is nothing you can do.” The finality in her words makes my blood run even colder. “This is for your own good.” Anger is seething from my pores thick as blood. “You have no right to say what is best for me.” My voice is growing louder, more acidic. “Roman has never given any indication that he intends to harm me. He has protected and cared for me since my accident; but your family has done nothing but be hostile and holier than thou in your ‘we know the djinn and you don’t’ crap. You hold us at gunpoint. You make outrageous claims that I’m supposed to take as truth despite the lack of proof. You hold me prisoner under the pretense that you’re protecting me, which doesn’t make me feel safe at all.
