[Marcus] roared with fury as his eyes snapped open and he grabbed her by the arm, throwing her across the room like a flung pillow. [Sam] landed hard against the wall beside the door, her head slamming into the plaster. He was out of the bed and towering over her in his fury before she could blink, his hand wrapped around her dirk with the blade pressed against her throat.
She tried to tell him she meant him no harm, but her head swam and her breath wouldn’t come.
“WHO ARE YE?!” He grabbed her shirt front, hauling her nose to nose with him.
He certainly knows how to make a good impression. Thank you so much for stopping by and happy reading! :)