BRYN
“What do you think you are doing?” I squealed as he kept digging into my skirts.
“What does it look like I am doing?” He was smirking. I couldn’t see it, but I knew it!
“Didn’t we just discuss the oath that I gave?” I tried to wriggle out of his arms.
“Yes, we did,” he agreed way too easily, and I tensed up. Just what game was he playing?
“Then why–” I started, when excruciating pain went all over my ankle, making me scream loudly.
When my vision refocused, I saw Alistair sitting in between my legs with one of them in his hands. I desperately tried to cover myself, but he gave me such a look that I just knew he already saw everything he wanted to see.
“It’s swollen.” He shocked me with his attention that suddenly shifted to my leg injury. Damn it! I didn’t have time to go
