" “Where the hell are you?” he snapped when I answered.
“You’re back? Good. So how was—?”
“You’re not here.”
“Because I’m supposed to be waiting by the gate?”
“You know what I mean. Simon said you went to talk to Tori, but you’re not on the property, so I’m really hoping you’re with her.”
I glanced at Tori’s back, a half mile away. “Kind of.”
“She took off, didn’t she? And you went after her, knowing you aren’t supposed to leave the property unaccompanied.”
“Tori needs—”
“Tori can look after herself.”
“And I can’t?”
A growl. He knew better than to answer. Despite my lack of defensive superpowers, I’d gotten myself— and Tori— out of plenty of scrapes. Sometimes, knowing you don’t have the skills to fight can be a bonus. With Tori, overconfidence equals lack of caution and, yes, as Derek would say, common sense.
“I’m just going to talk to her,” I said. “I’ll bring her home—”
“No, you’ll come back. Right now. That’s an order.”
“Well, in that case . . . no.”
A louder growl.
“Seriously?” I said. “An order? Has that ever worked?”
He grumbled something I couldn’t hear and probably didn’t want to.
“I’m not kidding, Chloe. Stop running, turn around, and—”
“I’ll be back as soon as I catch her. ’Kay? Bye.” "

― Melissa Marr , Enthralled: Paranormal Diversions