"I said," I whispered, keeping the smirk fixed on my face even as the dangerous pressure of his aura threatened to crush my ribs, "I am going to live my own way. And right now, that means going back inside to take care of Zenon."
Draven's mind snapped. The final thread of his control broke, his silver eyes flashing with a blind, desperate jealousy that turned his features into a mask of pure fury.
Before I could even blink, he didn't just stand there—he lunged forward, his large hand wrapping around my waist and pulling me flush against his hard chest so violently the air left my lungs. He yanked me possessively into his space, his arm locking around me like an iron band. He bent his head, trapping me against the stone wall as his lips brushed directly against the shell of my ear, his breath burning hot.
