“That’s impossible!” I gasp, staring up at him. “You can’t force me to marry someone against my will!”
He laughs at me, holding me too him, still looking down into my face. “It’s possible if I say it is.”
I press my hands against his chest, trying to push away. “It’s 2023! Nobody has arranged marriages anymore – this isn’t the eighteenth century!”
He laughs again and lets me go. I skitter away from him.
“You’re in my world now, Fay,” he says, calmly putting his hands in his pockets. “The world you were born to. Do you think laws really matter in the underworld, the world outside of the stupid bureaucracy you’ve deluded yourself into thinking keeps you safe?”
My jaw drops open at this arrogance. “I have rights!”
“You have nothing,” he barks, taking a step forward towards me. “The
