'Angry man.' He didn't find his new nickname repulsive.
He was alone with her in the bedroom so fear is common. His lips arced slyly leaving her hand as he asked, walking towards her, "Fearing?"
He was expecting her to fear him and run away from there but Tia narrowed her eyes at her arm as she closely examined in her unclear gaze.
She pointed where had held and screamed at him, "See, see, you hurt me." Then she gently blew her arm as though there was a stinging wound.
Dax's brows were twitching uncontrollably. Her skin hadn't even turned red by his hold and he couldn't find an ounce of fear staying in the same room as him.
Was she trusting him so much? He wasn't sure yet.
If he lets her play, it will be three o'clock soon so he scooped her up in his arms and she again screamed, "Don't throw me down, you angry man, let me down."
