Terry had already fallen asleep, still draped over Paros's horn.
The moment Paros mentioned his headache, Rory's heart tightened. She immediately assumed his mental power was spiraling out of control again.
"Is your mental power acting up again?"
She tried to pry his arms from around her waist so she could turn and check on him, but those arms were like iron bands, utterly unyielding.
Not only did Paros refuse to let go, but he also tightened his hold, pulling her closer until she was almost pressed entirely into his chest.
He buried his face in the curve of her neck, inhaling the faint, clean scent of her hair. His warm breath brushed against her sensitive skin, sending a subtle shiver down her spine.
"Paros, stop it—let go of me."
Rory tried to pull away, but his strength was overwhelming. And in his current state—with his mental barrier collapsed—he was as stubborn and clingy as a child.
If he didn't want to let go, she simply couldn't break free.
"I won't."
