Without being given the chance to fight him, Marcus pulled me into his arms lifting my body against his and stormed down the hallway carrying me to my room. I tried to pull free of him afraid at his clear temper. For the furthest reason, my one fear now is that Marcus is going to take advantage of me in this weak injured state. He crashed through the door and I felt the sheet of the bed against my back. I tried to skid away from him. Get out, I think to myself but I say nothing when he shouts to Jonah who followed us into the room. No, I think, not Jonah. I am almost as afraid of him as I am of Marcus! Why can’t he send for sweet James instead?
Ajax was just as quick as Marcus was, galloping like a horse through the hallway at his heal, charging into the bedroom, and leaping into the b
