We had left the camp, yet even in the midst of a fight that would save the world, Alrik found time to push me up against a tree when it was safe to do so. As though I was his next meal, he had effortlessly thrown a rogue aside and pushed me against the rough bark.
"You do realise that this isn't the time to salvage your bruised ego?" I said him, peeping through the strands of hair that had managed to escape my ponytail out of curiosity.
With narrowed eyes, he examined my face, brushing away stray hairs and tucking them behind my ear before saying, "I'm furious with you."
"Is this about me using your nightmare against you or calling you weak?"
"What do you think?" He let out a grunt and ran his hands over my hips, like though he was attempting to remove the odour of Aleksei and Yerik from my body.
