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2024-03-23 03:49:34That sickened me and made me tremble with fear.
I can’t do it.
Not after last night.
We reached my chamber, and I hesitated outside it as he turned to go in.
He took off his helmet. Exposing ruffled blonde hair and a sweaty brow. Which was currently furrowed. “What’s wrong with you?”
I blinked at him.
He caught my upper arm and pulled me into the chamber.
I resisted, tugging away immediately and glaring at him.
He snatched my waist and lifted me. Setting me inside the door. Which he was now closing. Sealing us inside.
Alone.
“I need to talk to-” He cut himself off as he tilted his head questioningly at me. “What’s wrong with you?”
“What are you talking about?” I snapped.
“Are you well?” He reached to put a hand on my shoulder.
I dodged it. Ducking and moving out of reach in a long sidestep.
He gave me an assessing look. “You stink of fear. Wha
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