The force with which she was thrown back was enough to launch all the air out of her chest and send her coughing hysterically, like she was about to cough up her lungs. But even before she raised her head, she could smell the peculiar scent she only perceived on Cain—a deep, musky aroma that now seemed to overflow and pervade every one of her senses looking up to see him tower over her.
"What-what the hell?" she spat out, only to feel his grip on her hair tighten enough to make her squint as he pulled until she had no choice but to lift her gaze to meet his own.
Her vision was still blurry, but that didn't stop Violet from being aware that Cain was immensely furious. She could tell by the way he gripped her hair tight enough to almost rip it out of her scalp.
"Stop! You're hurting me!" Violet snapped, but she wasn't surprised to see Cain not so much as lighten his hold as he began to speak in a tone so cold it was icy.
