Camilla
It barely took me a second to get over the shock of my mate's slap before I retaliated. I swung my fist he didn't see coming because he was busy trying to apologize claiming that he didn't mean it, bullshit. Connecting my fist with his jaw, I am pretty sure I did considerable damage, though I tried my hardest to restrict using my full strength. His dumbfounded gasp showed just how much he wasn't expecting me to hit back. What does the dumbass take me for? Damsel?
“Camilla…” He rubbed his jaw, eyeing me suspiciously. I guess I used more strength than I should have because his skin began discoloring instantly.
“I took martial arts.” I shrugged, answering his silent question. “And if you ever lay even a finger on me again, your jaw will be the least of your concerns.” I eyed his
