“Who is there?” a deep male voice demanded, angrily.
My head felt fuzzy, while my heart raced. Surely a rogue wouldn’t demand you identify yourself, would they? Either way, my mouth did not seem capable of working right now. I was struggling to breathe, let alone speak, as I was so panicked. Suddenly, two feet, heavily clad in big boots were in front of me…
“Who are you?” the voice demanded once more, as my eyes rose up from the heavy military boots the man had on his feet all the way up his strong body, to his big blue eyes. His sandy blond hair slicked back off his face into a small bun, despite his hair also being shaved undercut. The strong, chiseled features looking down at me with curiosity, a small smile playing upon his lip. “Are you going to answer me?”
“I…erm…” I stuttered,
