Maisie
My skin turned to ice and I jerked again, harder, and he shoved me backward into the booth so fast the air punched out of my lungs. My shoulder struck the leather seat.
The noise of the theater surged on.
A heavy weight began to pin me to the floor.
I twisted, fighting hard enough for my muscles to burn, but he was too strong, too heavy, too close. The edge of the bench dug into my back. My pulse pounded in my ears so loudly I could barely hear theater anymore.
Something in me went feral.
I kicked. He caught my leg with his thigh and trapped me there. I screamed, hands lashing out and I slashed my claws down his face. But the second the gash formed, it healed. Too fast. It was impossible to heal that fast, even for a Lycan.
"Perks of fucking the Queen. Among other things," he chuckled, slapping his hands over my wrists to keep me trapped under him. "Don't make this anymore difficult than it has to be."
My breath came in sharp pulls.
