She messed up, didn't she?
Arianna realized that at the last minute after Marcel went incredibly still, his face was void of expression yet his arm around her waist tightened with so much strength she couldn't help but cry out in distress, he was crushing her bones.
At that moment she suspected that Marcel was capable of snapping her neck before she saw it happening with the ferocity in his eyes. There was a dangerous aura pulsating out of him and though she couldn't see it, the goosebumps rising on her back were enough evidence.
Without warning, he suddenly yanked her hair back and she yelped, striving to be free but he twisted her arms behind her back. When Marcel stroked them through, smoothing the strands, Arianna was expecting a vicious grip.
