“Let me go,” I snarled, but still tried to keep my voice low, not wanting to attract attention. “Now.”
“No,” Elliot growled and kept a tight grip on my upper arm. His dark eyes bored into mine, trying to intimidate me.
He was squeezing his fingers into my skin so hard that I wanted to flinch, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.
“Stop acting like you aren’t jealous when you see me with Isabella,” Elliot whispered, his thumb tracing my skin. “Quit pretending like it doesn’t kill you when you see me hug her or when you see me kiss her. Don’t act like your wolf wasn’t going crazy inside your head when I told Isabella that I couldn’t wait to marry her.” He leaned toward me and put his lips right next to my ear. “Even now, I know it’s driving you crazy with jealousy just to hear her name on my lips. It’s obvious that you still have feelings for me. Stop pretending like you can’t feel the mating bond between us!”
