Maisie
"Soren, let me go," I said, yanking hard at this grip, but there was no bite in my voice. I knew it was pathetic, but I was worried. He had slammed down the walls from the end of the bond so I wouldn't feel his pain, I knew he was still hurting.
The back of his shirt was soaked with blood.
But his grip was tight and I knew this had to do with what Bastian said. He was pissed off, and even if I was blinded by his hurt, I knew he didn't have the right to put his hands on me like this.
Appearances be damned.
"You're hurting me," I said when his grip only tightened possessively as he strode toward the sleek black car still waiting in the reserved parking space.
And with a low, feral sound that sent the hairs on my skin rising, he pressed me back against the car, caging me in completely.
Vaguely, I noticed the Jericho, Mercer and Quinlan hadn't followed. Though, I could feel their anger shimmering through the bond, too.
