#Chapter 111 – Crossing the Line

“Iris,” Christian says, his voice sorrowful, filled with apology. I feel his hands on my shoulders but I tear myself away. Because if he holds me, I know that I’m going to give in – that I’ll let him convince me – “No!” I shout, spinning and dropping my hands, livid. “My answer is no, Christian, if it matters at all to you! Which it probably doesn’t! I’m – I’m not going to let you do this! I’m not going to agree to you putting your life on the line, going against these horrible men who tie people’s hands behind their back and beat them for hours, who lock them in – in boxes!” The words spill from me, and I know I’m rambling now, but I can’t stop. “Iris,” Christian says again, his voice a little growl as he closes the distance between us, one hand cupping my face while the other goes around my shoulders. “Yes. The answer is yes.” “NO!” I shout again, pulling hard to get away, to continue to fight. “Yes,” he growls, his arm tightening around me, not letting me go. “Because I’m going