Darren grabbed my face and pushed me down with his strength, forcing me back into bed.
"I don't like you to look at me that way, Rosalie," he looked at me coldly, "as if I were a bad seed that you couldn't understand at all. If you think you're so noble, why did you become my slave? Hmm?"
I couldn't get away from him, so I tried to open my mouth and argue, "I didn't mean that, I just..."
"What I do with that group of werewolves I saved, is it your turn to care? The people I saved, it's up to me, whether it's you or them."
This nasty guy, totally treats the people he saved as some kind of object to be disposed of at his own whim!
The fury in my eyes almost materialized, but it only fed his anger. He pushed me all over the bed and then on top of me.
I suddenly realized what he was tryi
