When we got out of the house, Liam had already turned the car around. I opened the door and helped her inside. After making sure she was okay, I went to the other side, opened the door, and got in.
She sat stiffly, like someone in pain. I wondered how badly I had hurt her last night for her to barely walk or even sit properly. I scanned her body—parts of her face were swollen, and I was sure other parts of her body were swollen too.
I made a mental note to check her myself when we got home.
"Where are we going?" Lena asked.
"To my house," I replied.
"I don't want to go to your house. I don't even know you. Can you drop me at a hotel, please?"
"Did you not hear a word I said?" I snapped. "You're mine now. Why would I let you stay in a hotel when I have a beautiful house? You're not allowed to stay anywhere unless I'm there with you."
"Stop talking nonsense. How can I be yours? This is kidnapping, and if you don't stop this immediately, I'll call the police."
