“Rumor has it,” Levi growls, “is he’s been fucking you long before that magical age.”

It’s a lie, obviously, but one that would be difficult to prove. Still, I have to take my chances. It’s better than letting Levi try to blackmail me. I start typing out a text to Mom.

“Stop!” Levi barks out, slamming his fist again on the windowpane.

Me: Levi’s scaring me—

I don’t get to finish my text because glass shatters. Levi has rammed his fist through one of the panes and is now reaching through it. All I can do is stare in stunned silence as he unlocks the window. Shards of glass scrape along his bicep, tearing through his shirt and drawing blood.

Move, Willa.

Run!

I bolt toward my bedroom door and grab hold of the nightstand. Sounds of the window opening and shoes crunching glass on the carpet can be heard behind me, but I don’t pause to look back. As soon as I move the nightstand out of the way, I fling the bedroom door open and dart into the hallway. I don’t make it very far before I’m grabbed by two powerful arms.

“Ahh!” I shriek. “Let go!”

He’s proven time and time again that he’s stronger than me. This time is no different. All too easily, he manhandles me back into my bedroom. At first, I’m pissed and my blood boils with rage.

Until he tosses me onto the bed.

I don’t get a chance to scrabble away. He pounces on me, pinning my arms against the mattress and settling his body against mine. Terror claws its way up my throat and my eyes prickle with tears.

“You know, Willa,” Levi croons, dipping his face close to mine so that his breath tickles over my flesh. “I can make this all go away.”

I don’t chase the bait, choosing instead to glower at him.

“All you have to do,” he continues, “is give in to us.”

“There is no us,” I spit out.

He shoves my wrists above my head, capturing both of them with one of his large hands. Then, he uses his free one to tease his fingers along the side of my face. I shudder at his touch. He continues to roam his hand down until he reaches one of my breasts. A tearful sob escapes me when he roughly squeezes it.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” His voice is low and his eyes are glazed over. “Since I met you, Willa. I got a boner that day at the idea I’d have you in my house all the time. It felt like fate.”

He’s delusional.

Completely insane.

“Fate?” I hiss, spittle flying from my lips. “Not fate. Hate. I hate you, Levi. I always have. I’m not your property just because your dad moved us into your house.”