Cat’s POV
“Get dressed,” he ordered, his hard glare fierce enough to put the fires of hell on your ass. “FAST!”
I wanted to give him a snarky comment, asking why in the world I’d hurry when the house was being attacked by rogues.
Like I was an i***t!
I hurried to pull on underwear, a pair of shorts, and an off-shoulder T-shirt, before letting Luka swing me up into his arms and he ran out of the house. I pressed my face into his chest, feeling myself get seasick by the fast motion. But as quickly as it began it stopped. Confused I peered up at him, but rather forcefully he put me down, his not-so-gentle actions fueled by the anger and fear that was rolling off him in thick waves. He’d run us away from the house and into the forest. The house could still be seen on the horizon and the so
