Diana's pov:
"Put me down," My voice came out weak and shaky, like the trembling in my body. I lowered my eyes, not wanting to look at him for another second more.
I have to get as far away as possible from this man.
"I can't do that," He replied, taking steps to the main house.
I didn't know exactly what I was feeling right now. Was it embarrassment that he was carrying me bridal style to the house with everyone looking? Or was it anger that he refused to put me down? Or was it the feeling of heat spreading throughout my body even though I was freezing cold?
It burned. His touch still burned, except now I could feel it around my entire body. Like a slow, torturous fire being started right under my skin and spread throughout.
"Put me down." I hissed, my tone more fierce.
"No." He
