Claire Sinclair lowered her head guiltily, not daring to meet his gaze. "I can't live with you anymore," she said in a small voice. "I'm moving out."
"Convince me, and I'll let you move out."
"It's my freedom! Why do I need your permission to move?" Claire Sinclair didn't know where the courage came from, but in that moment, she wasn't intimidated by his presence in the slightest.
'If I back down now, I'll never be able to leave this place. I have to be firm when it counts.'
Adrian Quincy said nothing. With a dark expression, he snatched the suitcase from her hands, then kicked it back into the room. It flew across the floor, not stopping until it slammed into a corner.
She had once witnessed him slap his own sister, and now she had seen the force with which he could send a suitcase flying with a single kick. Claire Sinclair's face went white with fear, her heart hammering in her chest.
"Y-you're not thinking of hitting me, are you?" she asked, inching to the side.
