Chapter 33. Dinner

Xerina’s POV

I glared at him, crossing my arms over my chest. “You can’t just barge in here and order me around, Rasmus.” His name burned my tongue, though it was the kind of burn one would desire in cold winters. He fixed me with a smirk.

He raised an eyebrow, amusement playing on his lips and mischief in his cold, icy blue eyes. “Watch me.” I opened my mouth to protest again, but he cut me off, his voice firm. “You need to eat, and we need to talk. Properly.”

His tone left no room for argument, and I found myself reluctantly giving in with a sigh. “Fine,” I muttered, turning away from him. “But this doesn’t mean I’m agreeing to anything.”

He smirked, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “We’ll see about that, little wolf.”

Little wolf? What the hell was he on? I almost took down a rouge on my own. Did he really think I was weak?

You’re weak, Xerina.

My subconsciousness mocked, and I shrugged.

I stomped off