His black eyes flicker to red, and he snarls, "Avery, stop!" I shake my head, fighting against the compulsion, his words sinking into my mind like poison. I try to shove him off, but he presses down harder. The restraint only fuels my defiance and an idea forms.
I let the heat in my veins rise again, icy on my skin but scalding to the touch. I can smell the flesh on his hands burning, but Aamon doesn't react. Instead, his grip tightens as though he could crush me.
Suddenly, his anger floods the room, tangible and overpowering like a storm. He releases my wrists, but before I can react, he lifts me slightly and slams me back against the floor. His eyes burn with fury, and for a moment, I wonder if he could incinerate me with a single glance. "I said f*****g stop!" His words shake the wind
