MORIA
Before I can say anything, a large hand wraps itself around my wrist and pulls me forward so suddenly that I lose my balance, stumbling into the house and almost falling right into him.
A startled scream escapes my lips. “What are you…”
But he cuts me off, his voice a dark threat. “Don’t you ever speak to me like that again.”
Our faces are barely inches apart and I feel my breath catch stubbornly in my throat.
His hand is still wrapped around my wrist and it is starting to burn.
A sizzling heat that starts from every point his fingers press into my skin and then radiates stubbornly up my arms.
I can feel myself beginning to turn red, can sense my brain slowly grinding to a halt.
The longer he holds on, the hotter I start to feel.
This is crazy.
“Let go of me.” I spit, tryin
