Previously:
How ironic that his man tied me up with a rope and now he was asking me if I was hurt. I glared at him and pulled my hand back, "f**k you Ardolf. You cause it and now ask if I am hurt." I laughed sarcastically and pulled my hand to my side.
His face hardened as he once again clenched his jaw. Within a moment, he had closed in on me and his gaze was burning with an intensity I couldn't fathom. The shiver from earlier and the dangerous feeling of adrenaline pumping through my veins made it impossible to not breathe hard at the closeness. "Why do you have to be so stubborn always?" it seemed more like a question he asked to himself than me.
I was about to respond when his hand gripped my waist. Within seconds, I was swept off my feet and into his arms in an iron tight grip.
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