Across the room he was staring at me. He wasn't angry. He was confused. He was shocked. I just stared back wondering what he'd do next. I watched his face closely, something I'd been doing forever. I've always analyzed things-mostly people. His face change from confusion to anger.
"What in the world was that?" he yelled angrily as he got up.
"Did you seriously think I was going to let you talk to me like that. I will admit that I don't care about sex, that I don't care about love, but how dare you call me a whore because Jack was treating me better then you treat me. I don't ask for anything else but you to compromise so maybe we can be a little happy, and you in return treat me like this. If I'm a whore, then you're woman beater!" I said getting up, my face level with his chest. Gods, he was tall.
And gorgeous when he's angry.
Get lost.
Nope, in a second I have a feeling you'll need my help.
DIE ALREADY!
"Under the circumstances of this law, I can do what ever I want to you, love. I own you as soon as the ring goes on your finger." he said, his voice alarmingly calm.
"But you won't." I argued back, now staring down at my feet. What if he decided to prove his point? This wasn't him, at least from what everyone has said. Maybe he wasn't like what everyone said.
"You want to bet? Once we're married, I can make this hell for you." He whispered, leaning down so his face was level with mine. Gods, they were wrong.
Calm down, it'll turn out alright.
What, you're psychic now?
Just calm down, and don't back down.
Whatever. If I die, it's your fault.
"But you won't." I stated again, my eyes never leaving his. As much as I wanted to, I didn't back down.
"And what makes you think that, little girl? You don't seem to realize how much I want you. When we're married, I can have you whenever and wherever I want. You won't have a choice. Do not understand how bad I want to take it from you last night. You being untouched is the only thing stopping me. The way your knickers cling to your body, and that big shirt did nothing to hid your delicious curves. I doubt that if I took you right now I'd get into much trouble, anyways. Considering we are to be married." he whispered into my ear, probably very much aware of what his words were doing to me. "I don't think you'd fight back anyways." he added. Damnit, he knew.
"But you won't." I whispered back defiantly, fighting to swallow the lump in my throat. Then I was back on the bed, him straddling me again. How did we always end up in this position?
"Someone's going to teach you to close your mouth one day. You shouldn't talk back all the time, you might get into a compromising position." he whispered on my cheek.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked, my eyes welling up. Merlin, give me the strength not to cry in front of him.
"Someone's got to teach you it's not always the right time to speak." he whispered into my ear.
"Just leave me alone." I whispered back, not wishing to argue anymore. He sat back up and stared at me, I turned my face to the side not wishing him to see me. A tear rolled down my cheek as he ran a hand through his hair. He roughly moved my face to look straight at him and I complied. Gods, this was just getting worse and worse. Then something changed in his eyes, on his face. The blue color overtook the amber and his eyes widened slightly.
"My gods, Heather. I'm so sorry." he said softly, the grip on my face loosening but not leaving.
"Just leave me alone." I whispered. I pulled my knees as close to my chest as possible as he got off of me.
"No. I can't believe that all just happened. It really wasn't me. That was the wolf, I swear. I would never do that. I intended on having an adult conversation when I knocked on the door, but this was too much. I was just so angry. I'm so sorry." he pleaded so well. I gave into my tears, letting them silently roll down my cheeks.
"Do you really think I'm a whore?" I whispered, not trusting my voice. Dear Morgana, I was pathetic.
