Meliza's POV
"I know I have no right to ask you not to marry Elijah," Ethan said, his voice low and controlled, yet I could hear the edge of frustration beneath it. His grip on my wrist was still firm, his breath mingling with mine. "But the way you kissed me back told me a different story." His gaze burned into me as if daring me to deny it.
I swallowed hard, my body rigid.
"You will never change unless someone tames you, Iza," he added, his tone full of a maddening arrogance.
That was it. That was the moment my blood boiled.
I yanked my hand free, my jaw tightening as fury surged.
"You can't marry him because you are still a flirt!" he continued, his eyes dark with something I couldn't quite decipher—jealousy, anger, or maybe both.
I let out a sharp, bitter laugh.
"Excuse me?" I snapped, stepping back as I glared at him.