Aria's POV:
I take several steps back, stumbling onto the floor, while Ace slowly paces towards me.
Something tells me this Ace isn't going to fall on his knees and obey my every whim.
When I attempt to run for the door, I feel a strong arm grab my waist. I hit, kick, and scream, but he refuses to let go. While I continued to struggle, he threw me over his shoulder. He dropped me down on the bed and hovered over me. His legs wedge between my thighs and his hands are planted firmly on my sides.
"You'd like to speak to me?"
"Um- yes." Wait a minute, why am I afraid of him? I'm Aria. I lived seven lives and died six times. Am I going to let a wolf who's upset that he can't see others' souls scare me?
I puff my chest with what little space he gives. "We need to talk."
His head tilts sli
