Again Amber heard the warning in Ronan’s tone. Pushing the blanket aside enough to reach past it, she lightly patted his cheek. “Don’t worry, Ronan, it’s not like it’ll last.” For a second she almost thought she could mentally reach him.
He grabbed her by the wrist. “Do you think me powerless?”
She stepped forward rather than break away from his grip, meeting his gaze. “With the speed at which you hatch plots, I doubt you’d ever be powerless. Physical limitations or weaknesses don’t mean being without power.”
He continued to grip her wrist, his gaze meeting hers. “Don’t you forget that, kitten.”
“There’s one other thing I’m not about to forget.”
“And what is that?”
“You owe me. If you hadn’t dragged me away half prepared, then we wouldn’t be in this predicament. I could have returned
