EMMA
"How dare you?" I shouted, wrenching my wrist from Xavier's grip.
He kicked the door shut with a resounding thud and turned on me, eyes blazing with rage.
"How could you let Stefan put his hands on you?" he yelled. "You don't fucking belong to him!"
I blinked, stunned, wondering when Stefan had even touched me. All I remembered was his brief tap on my arm in the council room. Was that what Xavier was losing his mind over?
"You're crazy," I said, shaking my head.
"Oh, yes! I AM CRAZY ABOUT YOU! And Stefan? He has no right to touch you," Xavier snarled. "The next time you let him, I'll rip his fucking arm off!"
"Oh no, you won't!" I shot back, my voice hot with anger. "If anyone has no right to touch me, it's you. You have Vera, right? Isn't she enough for you anymore?"
A muscle ticked in his jaw as he glared at me. "I saw you smile at Stefan in the council chambers. He has no right to—"
