Hannah's POV
"Christian, listen to me," I said. My voice was soft and I could feel my voice shaking. "There's nothing between Michael and me. I only love you. He doesn't have a place in my life anymore. He never will."
I stood there, looking at him, desperate for him to believe me. But the fury in his eyes didn't waver. His jaw clenched, and his hands balled into fists at his sides. It was as if my words were bouncing off a wall of frustration and anger. He didn't move, just stared at me as though trying to figure out if I was lying.
"Christian, please," I whispered, stepping closer to him. "You're the only one I want. I swear."
But something inside him snapped. He moved toward me, his pace quick and his expression darker than I'd ever seen. Before I could say anything else, his hands grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer.