~Harlow~
Once I am back in Leon’s room, I shut the door. I don’t intend to speak with Thane again until he pulls his head out of his ass. Yet, in true Thane form, unwilling to be on the tail end of a losing argument, he busts the door down within minutes of me climbing into bed.
A squeak leaves me as the door bangs against the dresser, making the mirror on top rattle.
“You don’t get to yell and scream at me and then run from me.” He is furious, but I can tell through the bond that his anger isn’t directed at me. As he moves closer to the bed, I shuffle upright, knowing all too well how unpredictable his mood swings are.
“I’m not going to hurt you. For f**k’s sake, Harlow, stop flinching. I have never beaten you.”
“No, you only locked me in a damn Den and ordered me around and used you
