Apparently, when she stayed unresponsive to him, it pushed him to action. Striding ominously toward her, he plucked the book out of her hand and dropped it on the floor.
Glaring up at him, she snapped, "Hey! You have no right to treat my stuff like that."
"I have every right," he growled back. "I'm the king."
When she threw her hands up in exasperation, he grabbed her wrists, pulling her toward his body. In one swift move, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" she yelled at his broad back.
He carried her out of the room and down the hall to his bedroom.
"Put me down! Right now! Deucalion Forester, you can't just manhandle people, you big brute. Put. Me. Down!"
Well, she got her wish as he gripped her around the waist and tossed her ont
