Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

me, and I’d retreated, so the truth was, I couldn’t go and do as
I pleased, could I? Not without consequences.
“I do love your anger,” he said. “I’m glad it’s still there.”
Yes, it is. My anger seemed to be all I had anymore, and I
missed laughing and smiling and the freedom of who I used to
be. Before he happened, and the threat of his inevitable return
didn’t always linger. Would I have things of my own again?
Could I even fall in love anymore? After him?
“Ethan Belmont is the mediocre third son of a CEO of a
failing coffee shop chain and a second-grade school teacher,”
Damon said. “He spends his entire day locked in his parents’
house playing video games—”
“Designing them, you mean—”
“And sucking on an inhaler, because of pollen, or
clutching an EpiPen, because peanut butter touched his bagel,”
he went on. “He wouldn’t be able to haul his own body weight
out of a burning car, let alone save his wife and kid.”
And you would? Please.
Damon Torrance didn’t save anyone but himself. Not that
Ethan and I were seeing each other, but I’d choose him any
day over Damon.
“You need a proper man,” Damon taunted, his voice
getting slowly closer. “Someone who walks upright and can
run a tight ship. Someone who’s a team player in Thunder Bay.
Someone who can make you listen. And someone,” his tone
turned darker as he stopped right in front of me, “who’s not
going to question too hard when not all of his children look
like him.”
I exhaled, hoping he didn’t see how my breath was
shaking.
I tightened my lips, now aware of his intentions. He
intended to marry me off at some point like this was the
nineteenth century.
But he still intended to have his fun.