MARIA
“You need to rest.”
“No.”
“Would it kill you to listen to me?”
“Yes.”
Maria was going to kill him. She was most definitely going to kill him.
After she’d miraculously managed the push the rock off him—honestly, she still didn’t know how she’d been able to do that—they’d discovered that his leg bone had fractured. He was going to be okay, but he needed to rest in order for that to happen.
And the man had absolutely no intention of resting.
The moment she’d pushed the rock off him—after he’d stared into her eyes for long as though he didn’t know the kind of creature that she was—, he’d staggered to his feet, wrestled his sword out from under a rock, and after searching for the second one without progress, he’d given up and limped out of the remains of the cave
