Arlene's POV
Warner's gaze locks onto mine with an intensity that makes my pulse quicken. He has never been one to back down from my challenges. After all, he marked me precisely because I refused to submit to his attitude. Every confrontation we have had has ended with him striking back harder, and this moment feels no different. When I attempt to step away, his hand captures my face, holding me captive.
"What did you just say?" His voice is dangerously low as he rises to his full height, effectively trapping me against the kitchen island.
"Don't push your luck." I keep my response simple.
"No, no, no," he growls, his face descending until we are mere inches apart.
"I said I would stab you if you get too carried away?" My tone carries a questioning edge.
"Mmm, try again, Sweetheart."
"I don't know what you mean. You better not bite me," I growl back at him.
