Roxanne's POV
"Are you saying this nonsense to make yourself feel better about the fact that I stood up against you and I almost beat you earlier?" I scoff, trying to hide my nervousness and fear that he might be my mate.
"What do you mean by that? I won the fight, and I will never try to make myself feel better by lying, especially not to an ordinary woman that I can crush with one of my fingers," he snarls as he stares at me with disgust and something else that I'm not able to figure out before he blinks, and the emotions are gone. His eyes are emotionless and cold.
I can't help but wonder what I saw in his eyes earlier.
"Crush me with one of your fingers? You daydream way too much for a man. Why don't you face the fact that you are a weakling that bullies others just to feel good an
