THERESA
I bared my teeth. Every hair on my body stood on end. I knew I had no real chance against him, not while in this weak, half-starved state. But I wasn’t about to let him see my fear. I wasn’t about to go down without a fight.
He sighed dramatically. “What does a man have to do to get a nap around here?” He stretched his neck and rollied his shoulders like this whole situation was a personal offense. “Now I have to deal with this nonsense.”
That’s when I noticed it.
Beneath his heavy coat, he wasn’t even dressed for a fight. He was wearing silk pajama pants.
Of course he was.
I will not die at the hands of a man in silk fricking pants.
Summoning every last shred of strength I had left, I squared my stance, lifted my head, and locked onto him with my fiercest alpha glare.
Gigi
