The walk to Christian's suite felt like miles even though it was probably thirty seconds.
My legs were shaking. Whether from exhaustion, adrenaline, or the way Christian kept looking at me like he wanted to devour me whole—honestly, it could've been any of those.
"I can walk," I protested when Christian scooped me up at his door.
"I know you can." His voice was rough. "Doesn't mean you should."
He carried me over the threshold, and the symbolism wasn't lost on me. This was it. The point of no return.
Not that I wanted to return to anything.
Christian kicked open the door to his suite and carried me through like I weighed nothing. Which, considering I'd just fought two challenges in one day, was probably accurate. I felt like a rag doll.
"Christian—"
"Don't." He se
