Chapter 93
Annalise
“Leave.” My voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, but filled with enough venom to make Dane pause.
He was still hovering over me, his weight pressing against me, the heat of his body making it impossible to think clearly. His thumb traced the fresh mark on my skin, a satisfied smirk curling at the edge of his lips as he admired his claim.
“What’s wrong, kitten?” His voice was lazy, dripping with arrogance, but there was something else too—concern, maybe? He tilted his head, studying me, his brows furrowing slightly. “You don’t look fine.”
I clenched my jaw, my hands trembling as I shoved at his chest, needing space, needing air. “Get off me,” I snapped, pushing harder. “Get off and get out.”
Dane barely budged, his smirk vanishing as he grabbed my wrists, pinn
