Damon glared at her, still seeing the dead Skitter just behind her and fought the urge to take her in his arms. He wouldn’t reward her for disobeying him. He’d never admit it to another soul, but when he saw the Skitter attacking her it had almost undone the leash he had on his control. Something needed to be done to keep his mate away from danger.
“I’m beginning to think you like being punished,” he growled.
Ouch… Alicia lost the staring contest. She thought for sure he’d be pleased at her progress in learning how to fight. Instead, he was obviously acting like an overprotective jerk. Well… since she was already in trouble she might as well make it worth it.
“Fine,” she growled back. “I’ll be a good little girl and go strap myself into the car seat… after I help my friends and family.”
