(Amaia)
He turns my dagger in his hand, checking it while he says, "No promises. He hurt you, and we will have a serious problem. Even if he tries to snatch you away from me. I am not going to give up that easily on you."
We enter a deserted corridor and he moves so swiftly, pinning me against the wall. His left hand grabs my wrists and raises them above my head.
All that playfulness suddenly disappears from his voice replaced by this hoarseness.
His rapidly changing coloured eyes find me. There has to be a mess in his brain.
"I am remaining cheerful, Lassie. Doesn't mean my heart is not breaking with every new truth I am learning about you and this relationship we are sharing."
He bore his truths. "And you either not knowing or sharing devastates me. But remember, I will be the first one to have you. I am only waiting to tell my mother before owning you. No way I am waiting till the end of this year."
