Rex furrows his brows, he rubs his face gently. The red mark of my slap blooms slowly across his cheek, spreading like fire on pale stone.
His chest rises and falls too quickly, like he's fighting the urge to shift. His eyes, usually cold, controlled, flash gold for a heartbeat before returning to their normal state.
"What was that for, Raya?" He questions impatiently.
My palm still burns from the slap, and my breath trembles out of me. But I lift my chin anyway, I refuse to look away from him.
"You kissed me without my permission," I say, forcing the words through my dry throat. "You can't just drag my visitor out of my room and then do that. I'm not your property, Rex."
He clenches his teeth, bites his lower lips and brings down his hand from his face. He takes one step forward, slow, deliberate, like a predator circling prey. Except his eyes… There is hurt in them, real hurt, the type I have not seen on him.
