"Anna!" Leon yelled, grabbing her wrists in a bid to pry her off him. "Calm down!"
"Calm down?!" Her spores flared, a dark violet red. "You're telling me to clam down?! You think one flimsy ass apology is going to make everything right?!"
She continued to hit him. Each blow a physical manifestation of her anger and frustration and pain.
Leon caught her wrists and held them firmly. He was weakened, but still stronger than her.
"Stop," he said.
Anna struggled to pull her arms free. When that failed, she rammed her forehead into his.
He grunted, cursing under his breath.
The next thing Anna knew, her back was on the cold marble floors, Leon's bloodied and bruised face hovering over her, her body trapped underneath his.
He pinned both her hands over her head and held them there. "Anna, you need to stop."
Blood from his forehead slid down his face and dropped onto her cheek. Even his blood was hot.
Anna's chest heaved.
